by Paul Preston
“You make me so wet, Mr. Williamson.”
He carried her over to his weight lifting table and gently laid her down upon the padded surface. He pulled off his gym shorts and raised her legs up upon his shoulders once more, placing her hands where he wanted them on the iron bar above her head and held them there. He buried his long shaft deeply in her sex and she took in the entire length.
He pumped himself into her with abandon, staring down at her through gritted teeth and squeezing her fingers tighter around the iron bar with his strong hands. A second sweat broke out again on his forehead and dripped off his face onto her jiggling breasts. She found her release as he drilled his erection into her twitching hips.
“Oh my God, you did it to me again. You gave me another orgasm.”
Williamson continued pumping his shaft into her with animal lust.
“That’s my job, Ms. Mauricio.”
“I need to say something to you now, Mr. Williamson.”
“What is it, baby?”
Williamson was almost out of breath, his heart thundering in his chest.
“Something that you know is true, Mr. Williamson.”
“What?”
“Come close and I’ll whisper it into your ear.”
Williamson leaned forward and put his ear an inch from her lips. Bella Lisa spoke very quietly.
“I… like… being… your… whore.”
“Oh God!”
Williamson shouted out and released his semen deep within her in several powerful thrusts.
So much for exerting better control next time, Mr. Williamson.
Bella Lisa smiled to herself, her body rocking on the weight table.
“Oh, Mr. Williamson...”
Hearing her sweet feminine voice, Williamson looked down and saw Bella Lisa slip a hand out from under his sweaty palm, raise her index finger to her lips and tap them three times. He quickly pulled out, releasing her legs from over his shoulders and stood above her, straddling the weight table, while continuing to ejaculate onto her breasts.
Staring deeply into his eyes, Bella Lisa pulled herself up by the iron bar above her and, grabbing his shaft with both hands, guided it into her mouth. While milking his shaft with her hands, she filled her mouth with his sperm. She shut her eyes, pulled him out of her mouth, tilted her head back and swallowed slowly, feeling the fluid slide down her throat. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Williamson. She licked the fresh come from around her lips with her tongue and put him inside her mouth once more to suck out the last drops of his fluid. When his breathing calmed, Williamson sat down on the bench with her, retied the sash around her robe and took her hands in his.
“I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could stay with you all day, but I’m running late. I’ve got to go.”
Bella Lisa frowned.
“But it’s Sunday. The market’s closed.”
Williamson stood, kicked off his Nikes, peeled off his socks, picked up his gym shorts and used towel and tossed them into a nearby wicker laundry basket. He walked into an attached bathroom next to the fitness room, turned on the shower, testing the water with his hands. Bella Lisa followed him as he talked.
“It’s my Real Estate company. We received multiple offers in the last few days on three multimillion dollar oceanfront homes that I’m the seller’s agent on, and the final negotiations are today.”
“You’re already as rich as a king. Take the day off. Reschedule the appointments. We could spend the whole day together.”
“I’d like nothing more than to do just that, but I’ve got several people counting on me, and the commissions are worth several hundred thousand dollars to my firm. I’ve got to be there. But it shouldn’t be too bad; my last appointment is at 3. I should be home in the late afternoon, early evening at the worst.”
Bella Lisa watched Williamson jump in the shower, lather up his hands with liquid soap, rub his intimate body parts, including his fully erect penis that simply refused to go down, shampoo his hair, rinse and jump out, all in under two minutes. He stood dripping wet in the steamy bathroom, rubbed shaving cream on his face and shaved too quickly, slightly cutting his skin.
“Damn,” Williamson cursed, about to dab it with a towel.
Bella Lisa beat him to the cut and licked the blood away, kissing the spot of his cut.
“Allow me. I love to sample all your intimate bodily fluids…”
“You’ve stolen my heart, Ms. Mauricio.”
He quickly dried off and grabbed a pressed and cleaned suit hanging up in the closet next to the bathroom, with a new pair of socks and boxers. He tucked himself in his business suit quickly, slipped on his shoes and walked with a brisk pace down the corridor toward the elevator. Bella Lisa had difficulty keeping up with his pace.
“Mrs. Potcia has prepared for you a pot of Starbucks Coffee, fresh OJ, melons and croissants. I thought you might be hungry.”
“You got Starbucks? That’s my favorite.”
“They sell it fresh ground from the store around the corner.”
“How thoughtful of you, Mr. Williamson. Thank you.”
“Do you have a cell phone?”
“Yes, in my purse.”
“Good, I left my business card on the dresser in your room, with my email and private cell phone number written on the back. We can keep in touch throughout the day. If you feel like it, you can work on that donation business and give me an update later.”
“OK.”
“God, I slept so well last night. It was my best night of sleep in years. I feel ready to conquer the world. How do you feel this morning, Ms. Mauricio?”
“Like I had sex with the entire Los Angeles Yankees football team.”
“You mean the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball team.”
“Them too. I’m sore and covered in come.”
“My poor darling sub. Have Mrs. Potcia give you a bath and massage after breakfast.”
“I will. That sounds like just what I need.”
“And I know I really have only you to thank for sleeping so well last night. If your offer is still on the table, Ms. Mauricio, I think I’d like to sleep in the same bed with you all week.”
“But that wasn’t in the contract I signed,” Bella Lisa said, grinning.
“Well, as I have always said, rules are made to be broken…” Williamson said in a sexy voice, smiling back.
They arrived at the elevator and Williamson pressed the down arrow.
“Do you mind if I go out just for a few hours, Mr. Williamson. I’ll go stir crazy if you keep me trapped in this castle all day, waiting for you.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“What? Come on. Haven’t I earned an hour down at the beach?”
“I have a private deck for tanning just above us.”
“Why won’t you let me leave?”
“I’m sorry I… I’m afraid if I allow you to leave, you may never return. I know, perhaps that would be the best for you, but I can’t part from you, not now, not yet…”
“That’s ridiculous. Have you ever thought, silly, that I may like staying with you? That I may not want to leave?”
The elevator arrived and Williamson stepped in. He opened a small silver door under the floor buttons, placed his gold key in a slot and turned it. He looked back at Bella Lisa.
“Mr. Williamson, I feel trapped here. I don’t like feeling trapped. I need—”
Williamson looked at her and adjusted his tie.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Mauricio. You are, by contract, my prisoner and you are not allowed to leave. My staff will get you anything you may require.”
“If I need another bra cut in half, I’ll know who to call.”
“I’ll have Mrs. Potcia pick you up some bras and panties for wearing around the condo, if you wish.”
“That’s OK. Don’t bother. I forgot what it’s like to wear them.”
“That’s part of my master plan.”
“You’re devious, Mr. Williamson.
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sp; “All joking aside, there is a cunning beast who lives within me, inside… of me. For your own safety, Ms. Mauricio, never forget that. Be careful around me, for your own protection…”
Bella Lisa noticed a particularly cold glaze in his eyes. Bella Lisa shivered. Her Dom had a way of flipping the conversation in an instant from light to deadly serious, from flirtatious to sexy scary.
Wooden paddles, whips… or worse. Or worse…
“I look forward with great anticipation to seeing you when I return. If you get around to it, email the pledge commitments to my email:
[email protected].
Williamson turned the gold key, pressed the L button, gave Bella Lisa a wink and the elevator doors closed. Bella Lisa pressed the down arrow and it didn’t light up. She typed in the code, pressed the down arrow and it still didn’t light up.
Trapped.
It’s amazing how fast you can donate 10 Million dollars, especially if it’s not your own money. After a nice long soak in the tub and a glorious massage from Mrs. Potcia, Bella Lisa sat in front of her computer screen, sipping her coffee and nibbling on her croissant. She just sent out her final email pledge of 500 Thousand Dollars to the Red Cross and forwarded a copy of the pledge to Mr. Williamson’s email address. She smiled as she slid back in her executive chair and stood up with a feeling of accomplishment.
Ten Million donated and it’s not yet 9AM.
She divided up the money equally between 20 organizations, each receiving 500,000 dollars. What a surprise those non-profit groups will have when they check their email this morning. It took all of 45 minutes to finish the job. She even exchanged internal emails with the PR guy at Williamson’s company, whose name she found on the staff page of the website. She forwarded to him as well as to Williamson the 20 pledge commitments. Bella Lisa had assumed that the Williamson Charitable Foundation gifts were the largest or among the largest group of donations ever made by a private citizen in the history of Seaside City and the press should certainly be made aware of it.
Well, that’s done.
Bella Lisa yawned, wondering what she was going to do with the rest of the day, when her phone buzzed with a text message from Williamson.
“Good job with donations. You finished quickly.”
“You should know about finishing quickly,” she texted back.
“Very Funny, Ms. M. I’ve been holding back with you. Watch out next time. No more Mr. Nice guy. C U at 4. (From U know who.)”
U better hurry. I M growing out my hair so I can escape from this tower. R (Rapunzel)”
“U R gorgeous @ funny. In meeting. More later. C U soon. W “
A happy face, from my Mr. Williamson.
Bella Lisa heard a knock on her door. She tightened the lash around her robe and stood up by her desk.
“Come in.”
A workman wearing a utility belt hung with tools and carrying a ladder came in, flanked by Luman and Cogworthy on either side.
“Good morning, Miss. I have a work order from Mr. Williamson to have the security cameras removed from this room,” the worker said, gazing at Bella Lisa’s body through her sexy robe.
She had completely forgotten about her request to have the cameras removed.
“Oh, OK,” she said.
“Is this a good time to—”
“Sure, just let me get out of your way.”
Bella Lisa quickly shut down the computer. She grabbed her cell phone along with a pair of sunglasses, suntan lotion and a beach towel she had found in the bathroom.
“Miss, where would you like me to leave the tapes?” the worker asked.
“The tapes? Oh, ah, anywhere. On the dresser there is fine.”
As the worker got started, Bella Lisa asked if one of the men could tell her how to access the sun deck. Cogworthy stayed to supervise the removal of the security cameras while Luman escorted her to the sun deck. Bella Lisa picked up a glass of water on the way out of her bedroom.
The sun deck was big enough to accommodate a large party, with lawn chairs, recliners and the largest Jacuzzi she had ever seen. It looked like the deck had never been used. The Jacuzzi was covered; the deck furniture and umbrellas looked brand new. It left her feeling a little sad. Mr. Williamson created this lovely place, but had no one to share it with. The view from the top of his building was spectacular. She could see the skyline of downtown LA, the towering Santa Monica Mountains and the stretch of coastline from Palos Verdes to Malibu, as well as the distant Santa Catalina Islands peeking out across the ocean through the summer haze. As the ocean breeze blew through her hair, she felt like she stood at the top of the world.
She thought her Dom might like seeing her with a full body tan, so she took off her robe, rubbed on some sun block and did a little nude sunbathing. It was one of those fantastic warm Southern California summer days, nearly 80 degrees at 9:30 in the morning, the sun beaming down its warmth into her skin. She took a sip off her water.
She felt so relaxed after the massage and getting the job done with the donations. She thought of her Dad and how awkward she felt when he left the condo late yesterday afternoon so she decided to give him a call. She got his voicemail, and decided to leave him a message, rather than send him a text.
“Hey, Dad, it’s me. Sorry it took me so long to call and with the way you left yesterday. Uh, Mr. Williamson told me about the situation… I mean, you know, about the money you owe and everything. I just want you to know I’m fine here and perfectly safe, so don’t worry about me. I really don’t mind doing this intern job for the week. I’m very busy, there’s a lot of work to do here. I’ll start my job search after this little internship is over. I’m thinking maybe working for a year and then applying for graduate school. I’ll be able to get my own student loans, so don’t worry about the money… Anyway, I hope you’re getting lots of auditions for the parts you want. I’m sorry to ramble on like this. I just want you to know I’m alright here so don’t worry about me. Mr. Williamson is an OK guy, once you get to know him. Anyway, I miss you and love you. Call me please or text me. See you in a week. Love you, Dad. Bye.”
After ending the call, Bella Lisa wondered if she said too much. She was still a little mad at her father for putting her in this compromising situation, but she didn’t think she let it show in her message. Though she was a little embarrassed to admit it, Bella Lisa was actually having an unexpectedly great time as Mr. Williamson’s kept woman.
How can I stay mad at Dad? He’s always been crazy and impulsive and irresponsible, why do I expect him to act otherwise? He was always there for me when I needed him. Mom didn’t even text me, not even for my college graduation.
Bella Lisa turned over on her back, careful not to stay too long in that position, as her skin was unprotected from the sun. She smelled the tropical floral fragrance of the oil Mrs. Potcia once again used to anoint her, mixing with the scent of the suntan lotion. She remembered how she had put a drop on her clitoris and how the lips of her sex opened in response. Bella Lisa started thinking of all the interludes she had with Williamson. In the Entertainment Room, in the elevator, in the limo going to the theater, in the dark booth during the sex show, on the limo ride back home, twice in her bedroom last night and then in the fitness room this morning. She replayed the images of their sex, while pressing her thighs into the straps of the reclining deck chair. He was only gone for a few hours, but her body missed him already and craved his attention.
Am I turning into a sex addict too? Yes.
Bella Lisa turned back over before the sun burned her. She reapplied the lotion to her skin and caught herself rubbing her breasts and nipples over and over with it. She used the rest of the ice water to wash the lotion off her hands and dried them on the beach towel. She began stroking the wet tender place within her as she thought of her Dom.
She pictured him through the sliding glass door as he took his shower. She remembered seeing him squeeze out a mound of liquid soap in the palm o
f his hand and rub himself. Even after having sex, his erection pointed out proudly away from his body, and he rubbed the soap over and between his testicles and up and down his long shaft, leaving behind a rich lather of suds, not minding that Bella Lisa was watching. Even though she could not remember the last time she masturbated, Bella Lisa played a fantasy in her mind, while stroking herself. She took off her robe and stepped into the shower with him.
“I’m here to relieve you again before the stress of your day, Sire.”
Williamson squeezed out more soap and began rubbing Bella Lisa’s entire body with it, her face, neck, breasts, torso, thighs, legs, feet, arms and hands. He put shampoo and conditioner in her hair and rinsed it out. With a new mound of soap in each hand, he rubbed the open lips of her sex and the opening between her arched cheeks at the same.
He pressed her back against the shower wall and held her there with one strong arm while rubbing the palm of his hand aggressively over the folds, with his middle finger going deeply inside her over and over, bringing her to a convulsive release. He turned her roughly around and entered her from behind, pressing her into the hard tile of the shower wall. In her fantasy the opening in her cheeks easily accommodated the entire length of his shaft, from the root to the tip, and he thrust himself rapidly in and out of her small opening with ease. He pulled out, rubbed soap over his shaft, then rinsed himself clean.
“I’m ready to come, baby.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
He pressed down on her shoulders, and she kneeled at his feet. He looked down at her, his back blocking the streams of warm water from hitting her in the eyes. She put the strands of wet hair behind her ears, took his entire length into her mouth, opened her throat and swallowed him in her fantasy from his root to his tip. He pounded himself into her mouth and throat, grabbed the railing of the shower door and releasing his entire load of come directly down her throat. She swallowed burst after burst of his thick cream with ease, without spilling a drop. Bella Lisa gave herself an orgasm on the lawn chair, writhing her hips with her fingers buried inside her, touching herself in the places she knew the best. She held on to her fantasy for a moment longer. Williamson turned off the shower and Bella Lisa stood up. They stepped out of the shower and Williamson wrapped a large white fluffy towel around her. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes.