A Baby for the Beast

by Chance Carter

His breath sends tingles through her, lifting the hairs on the back of her neck. She pulls away, trying to play a bit hard to get.

  Brad smiles, appreciating her willingness to not be too easy.

  Brad pulls two invitations out of his pocket.

  “Ms. Jane Bryden, I am wondering if you will accompany me tonight for a special, black tie affair,” he asks, waving the cards in the air.

  “Whatever will I wear?” she asks.

  “Don’t you worry about that, my girl. What you’re wearing right now is perfect,” Brad comments.

  “Oh, don’t be silly, Brad. I can’t wear this to a black tie event. Everyone will think I’m a floozy,” she says.

  “Well, not at all, because you will be a special feature there,” Brad assures.

  “Whatever do you mean?” Jane asks, confused.

  Brad shows her the invitation. On the invitation it says, ‘Special Guest Dancer—Jane Bryden,’

  Jane feels a bit horrified and confused.

  “Do you mean I’ll be dancing in front of your friends?” she asks, feeling a bit icky.

  “Well, they aren’t really friends. They are very notable people in the business world, and they are supporters of the arts,” he explains. “I want them to see your talent, Jane. That is why I organized this event.”

  Jane feels flattered that he would go to this length for her.

  “For real? I thought you were just wanting me for my body,” she says, half-jokingly. “You actually care about my career, too?”

  “Of course! Though your body is driving me wild, I see your heart that dreams and aspires. You’ve worked hard to get to where you are, and you deserve the support,” he says, tenderly.

  Jane is touched and feels so cared for. Life has been so hard and lonely since she moved to New York. All worries of drugs and sex trafficking have faded away.

  “But this isn’t my usual style, Brad, you know that,” Jane says, pointing down to her outfit.

  “Well, I think there’s a little wild in you, Jane, and the world is ready to see this in you,” he reassures.

  “You think so? I don’t know if I can do it. What if I mess up?” Jane says nervously.

  “I know you’ll do just fine. Here, let me give you a little warm up,” Brad says.

  He pulls her toward him, her back facing him.

  “Do you like this?” he says. He starts kissing the back of her neck and rubbing her breasts from behind.

  Jane moans quietly, closing her eyes and taking in the pleasure. She nods as if to say more.

  He drops his right hand down and rubs her belly, pressing her closer into him where she can feel his hard cock pressing against her ass.

  “And what about this? Do you like this?” he says.

  “Oh, God, yeah,” she says, unable to control herself.

  He lifts up her tutu and rubs her leggings on top of her pubic bone, his fingers reaching further down, rubbing in circles to get her hips moving. Jane gets all wet and turned on, wanting desperately to put his hands down into her panties and have him rub her clit.

  He whispers into her ear, “I’d love to lick your pussy, Jane. I can’t wait to taste you and stroke you until you are trembling with pleasure,” he says.

  Jane wants him so badly, but she still feels nervous that she’s going to disappoint him.

  “I want nothing more than for you to do that, Brad. Truly. I’m just…” she moans again.

  Brad licks her ear and nibbles on it.

  “What were you saying?”

  “I’m just not… sure… if… I’m…” she says.

  He holds her closer. “…ready?” he says, trying to finish her sentence.

  “No… not… good… enough,” she says, tears coming to her eyes.

  Brad turns her around quickly and looks her straight in the eye.

  “Jane Bryden, you turn me on just by being there. You don’t have to do or be more than you are. Trust me, I will take care of you when you are ready.”

  Jane lets out a breath of relief and tears start rolling down her cheeks.

  “Really?” she says. “I feel like such a fool.”

  “You are my dream come true, Jane. I want you to know that,” he says. “You just let me know when you feel comfortable, okay?”

  She presses her head against his chest and nods. He holds her head closer so she can feel his heartbeat.

  Chapter 38

  Brad walks Jane back up to her hotel room, partly hoping she will invite him in.

  “We have to leave at five p.m., okay?” he says. “I will be at the front lobby waiting for you.”

  Jane was hoping he would have time to go into the hotel room with her.

  “Ah, okay. Sounds good.”

  He lifts her chin and kisses her.

  “I have to admit something to you. Yesterday, I saw you walking with a handsome young man who I found out is named John,” he starts explaining.

  “Oh yeah, I can explain,” she says.

  “It’s okay, really, I know, he’s…”

  “Gay,” they both say at once.

  “Yes,” says Jane. “That’s why I felt okay about walking with him. He’s lovely, and I felt safe with him. It’s nice to have someone to talk to here when you are busy.”

  “I’m not usually this busy, Jane. I promise you. It’s just that there’s been some crazy news lately, and I’ve had to take care of some things. Do you miss me?”

  “Well yes, I do, but I understand. You’re a busy man, and it comes with the territory of being a billionaire.”

  “You’re such a sweetheart, Jane. Thank you for understanding. I promise we’ll have more time together in the future.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to make me any promises Brad, especially those you will find difficult to keep. Really,” Jane says.

  He kisses her goodbye and she steps into her room. Closing the door behind her, she takes a deep breath in and out. She can’t calm herself down, she feels so excited about sleeping with Brad, the first man she will ever be with.

  She flops herself down on the bed and looks up at the ceiling, imagining what it will be like to be with him. Will he be on top of her, or will she be on top of him? Will he want her to suck him off? Will she know what she’s doing? What if she is boring? She does know, deep down, that he will make her feel special and loved. The insecurities from the phone call with her mother are gradually fading away, dripping off of her one by one.

  Jane reaches over to her suitcase and pulls out the vibrator that the ballet girls gave her.

  If only they knew where I was now, she laughed, feeling a little smug. She pulls down her leggings, leaving on her tutu.

  She puts lube on the vibrator and rubs it around her vagina, moistening the lips and stimulating her clit, getting it harder. She pushes it down further so it goes up inside her, pulsating as she pushes it in and out.

  She imagines what it would have been like in the ballroom if he had put his fingers inside her, and they made love in front of the beautiful sea with the open windows, not caring if anyone saw them.

  The more she fantasizes about Brad, the more she gets turned on, and the faster she pushes the vibrating cock inside of her. She bites her lip as she comes and comes, her body losing control.

  She moans loudly and screams, “Uhhhhhhh… fuck me, Brad. Just fuck me.”

  In the hallway, Brad walks by her door on his way back down. He can hear her getting turned on and then exploding with pleasure.

  He loves hearing women come, and the thought of Jane coming gets him especially excited. He wishes he could just open the door, drop his pants, and use his cock to take her to the next level. He wants to blow her mind with what he knows he can do to her. She has no idea what she’s been missing all her life, and he can’t wait to be the first man to show her.

  He hears someone walking on the floor, so Brad steps away.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Halliwell,” says the woman, a member of the cleaning staff. “Are you enjoying your stay?” />
  “Why, yes, thank you,” he says, walking toward the stairs.

  Jane overhears Brad’s voice in the hall. She wants to go out there and drag him by his tie into the room. She’d pull him onto the bed, have him feel her wet pussy with his fingers, and stick his cock inside of her.

  She wants him so badly and wants him to do her bidding, telling him where to touch her, lick her, and fuck her. She shifts positions and lifts her ass in the air, putting a pillow under her and then watches herself in the mirror, playing with herself. She finally sees herself as a sexually attractive goddess.

  Her sexual energy finally spent, she lays on the bed, exhausted. After a short nap, she wakes up half an hour later, has a shower, and gets ready. She still has an hour before she has to meet Brad, so she goes downstairs on her way to the ballroom.

  She sees John there in the lobby. “Well, don’t you look like a rock star princess?” he says, smiling. “You’d fit into my world looking like that,” he laughs.

  She snickers, “Well, I’ve been asked to dance for Brad tonight.”

  “Brad Halliwell? You know him?” he says.

  “Oh yeah, that’s who I came with. I didn’t tell you?” she says, realizing she was too choked up yesterday to mention Brad’s name. “Do you know him?”

  “My dear, around here, everyone knows him. He’s technically my boss,” he says. “How long have you known him?”

  “Honestly? About a week.”

  “And you came here with him? Don’t tell me. You’re one of those upper class escorts he brings here?” John says, not thinking it through.

  Jane now feels humiliated and shocked. She thought Brad said he never did this before. Now she is crushed, and feels cheap. At that moment, she wants to rip off these clothes and go back to being Plain Jane from Utah.

  Why does this keep happening? As soon as she gets close to him, she ends up learning more about Brad that is questionable. She’s not sure if she’s being played or if he’s really in love.

  “No, not that I’m aware of,” she says, trying to hold her dignity. “I’m a ballerina from New York. Brad is helping me with my career.”

  “I’m sure he is,” John winks.

  Chapter 39

  After Brad overhears Jane in her hotel room, he goes over to his room hoping to relieve himself of sexual tension before having to get back to business downstairs.

  Before he has a chance to get started, the phone rings.

  “Hello? Yes, this is Brad… Oh hey. Any news...? What? For real? You’re fucking kidding me. All over the news tomorrow? What kind of bitch would do this? Jesus. You’ve got to get me out of this one, and fast. Come on, man. It’s why I pay you the big bucks. How am I going to explain this one? What? Stay on the island? How long? A year? No fucking way. You know I can’t do that!”

  Brad is shocked and feeling deeply disturbed. He’s pissed and wants to punch something.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddamn fucking bitch. Who the hell is she? If I could at least remember, then I could put the pieces together,” Brad yells into the phone. “Yeah, sorry, I know, I can’t take it out on you. Money grabbing jackasses.”

  Brad hangs up the phone and paces around the room, fuming. Who would do something like this? He wonders what he did to deserve this mess. Was it the woman he snubbed at the cocktail party last month because of her annoying laugh? Was it someone who he took home for a night?

  He’s had many women wanting to come back for more, and he’s had to ignore them or hire someone to tell them to leave him alone. He knows he’s played it safe and there’s no one, that he knows of, that he’s gotten pregnant.

  Maybe it was that dark-haired woman down in the lounge trying to entrap him, and she’s pissed he didn’t do anything with her. Goddamn escorts. He should have known they spell trouble.

  Brad takes a cold shower and breathes deeply, trying to calm down. He knows he needs to trust his lawyer. He imagines himself on the island for a year, thinking that may not be a bad thing after all. What about Jane, though? How would he explain this to her? She would lose interest in him for sure.

  He gets out of the shower, gets dressed, and looks in the mirror.

  “You can’t stress about it, man. You’ve dealt with worse things before. Get yourself together. It will sort itself out,” he tells himself, “it always does.”

  He wears a white, cotton shirt, buttoned down and flowing over his dark pants. He’d pick up his tie and jacket later before they went out to the event tonight.

  He walks out the door and past Jane’s room, putting his ear to the door and hoping to hear her again. Sure enough, he hears the whirring of the vibrator.

  Oh God, she’s a horny sexy woman! I can’t wait to rub my paws and body all over her, thinks Brad.

  He hears her moaning again, but this time more intensely as she screams, “Uhhhhhhhh… fuck me, Brad. Just fuck me.”

  He imagines her body shaking and gyrating from coming, her tits jiggling and her back arching as she plays with herself. He wishes he could go in and kiss her belly to turn her on even more and make her come five times in a row. God, he wants to give it to her. His cock is so hard just thinking of her.

  One of the hotel staff comes onto the floor bringing fresh linens to Brad’s room. Brad walks away toward the stairwell, pretending he’s not being creepy in front of Jane’s door. He presses up against the wall to catch his breath. What that woman does to me! Fuck. I’m totally under her spell, he thinks, feeling hot, sweaty, and wild. He has to shake his head to get it together and walk calmly down to the restaurant to start working again.

  “Mr. Halliwell,” says the front desk manager.

  “Yes, what is it?” Brad says impatiently.

  “Sorry to disturb you, sir, but the woman you met yesterday in the, umm, hot tub,” he says reservedly. “She wanted me to give this to you.”

  He hands Brad an envelope.

  “Thank you, sir,” Brad says politely.

  Fucking women. Who the hell do I trust these days? They seem to be grabbing me left, right and center, and yet, the only one I want is Jane and she’s too precious to hurt.

  He opens up the envelope and inside finds a notecard. He lifts it up, and there is a room key with a note that says, ‘Wanna share some more hot times together? Come on up tonight and I’ll give you more. No clothes required.’ A picture of her looking like a pin-up is included.

  Brad looks at the nude picture, and she is hot. He would fuck her in any other circumstance—if he hadn’t developed feelings for Jane.

  What if she’s the one setting him up? He’s never seen her on the island before. His mind starts racing, wondering who to trust.

  He throws the key and picture into the garbage and walks over to the front desk.

  “Excuse me, again, but do you know who that woman is? The one who gave me the note,” he asks the front desk manager.

  “Oh yes. She’s new here. She is from one of the top women’s pin-up magazines in the States, Hot Mamas. The publisher recommended she come here to get away from the stress of the world.

  The fact that she is a nude model for the pin-up magazine doesn’t phase Brad, it’s that she’s working for Todd Harvey, the asshole Brad has had an ongoing conflict with all his life.

  Todd had tried to frame Brad before, trying to destroy him by getting him drunk to the point where his defenses were down. Brad had an orgy with four other nude models and had the time of his life—until the next day when there were photos everywhere in one of Todd’s dirty mags, bringing public humiliation to Brad. The worst part was that Brad couldn’t sue Todd because of journalistic freedom laws.

  “That bastard,” says Brad under his breath. He walks away and goes back to the garbage can to grab the key to her room. He has no idea what he’s going to do, but he’s going to get to the bottom of this and nip it in the bud once and for all.

  Chapter 40

  Jane is still shocked at hearing from John that Brad has a habit of entertaining upper class esco
rts here all the time.

  She tries to just focus on her career. If there’s something she’s going to get out of this trip, it will be contacts for when she goes back to New York. Whatever this sick man is up to isn’t her business. Yes, she feels hurt, terribly hurt, but she knows she can get over it. She is thankful she hasn’t slept with him yet.

  She puts on the black tutu with gemstones and wraps the corset around her body, lifting up her breasts to make them look bigger than they are. She feels more determined and badass than before, and ready to take control of her life and destiny.

  Forget this Brad Halliwell and his sick games. She’s going to take this opportunity by the balls and finally get her just desserts in this world.

  All those people who think of Jane as nice, plain, sweet, and kind can go fuck themselves. It hasn’t served Jane very well anyway, and in fact, has trapped her in circumstances of being used and betrayed.

  She has no time for this shit. If Brad wants upper class escorts, then let him have them. Jane has more decency than that. After tonight, she’s going to tell Brad exactly what is on her mind. She has nothing to lose. He can have his goddamn million dollars.

  Jane struts out of the hotel room and walks with determination through the front lobby and into the ballroom to practice her moves before tonight. She goes in and gets all her anger out.

  Turning quickly and with sharp edges, she falls, kicks, and turns, letting out all of her steam. After 30 minutes of letting it all out, she falls to the ground and starts sobbing.

  I was fucking falling in love with him. How fucking dare he. How dare he do this to me? He lied to me and he’s a pig. I’m so fucking stupid. Stupid, nice Jane thinking she can live out some stupid fairy tale without a price. I’m going to show that bastard. He’s not going to get the best of me. He’s got a serious wakeup call coming.

  Jane sobs and sobs and eventually settles onto the floor, exhausted and curled up. All she can hear is the lapping of the waves coming in through the open windows of the room. They are lulling her back to calmness. Her new friend, John, is outside and sees her through the glass. He rushes in to see what’s wrong.