"Turn around."
She complied, savoring the delicious loss of control she felt by doing as he asked.
"You've got one hell of an ass." Mik smacked her bottom. "And those legs. Damn, Jimmy's a fool for not wanting those legs wrapped around him tonight."
He tugged on the sliver of a string between her butt checks and yanked her around to face him. His finger slid beneath the pink lace.
"Told you I'd make you wet."
She felt a keening surge of desire as he kept working his finger teasingly against her clit and back to the wetness pooling between her legs. If he'd just settle on that one spot. Right there. Nope. Yes. No.
He grabbed and pulled on the thong, tearing it off in his hand.
Her hand shot to her crotch. "Hey, I paid twelve dollars for that."
"I'll make you cum twelve times and we'll call it even." He laughed and tossed the tiny strip of lace across the room. "Move your hand. I want to see your pussy."
Control... he thought he had it. Little did he realize that she knew she had exactly what he wanted. Saffron might have been the only one naked, but she was definitely the one in control. A sense of power surged though her young lithe body. For the first time in her life she fully comprehended the full power of her sexuality.
"Come here," he beckoned.
She could have denied him. This strange new power was all hers and so much better than any drug. She crawled onto the bed and sat back on her knees, opening herself up for his viewing pleasure.
"Shave or wax?" He ran his hand over where her pubic hair would have been.
She'd gotten a Brazilian wax the day before so her skin was all smooth and still a little stingy. Bare and exposed, he fingered her, spreading the lips of her vulva to touch her there, where she was most vulnerable. He teased her with his eyes as much as the way his finger found just the right spot.
"Wax," she finally found the word. "I like the way the hot wax feels on my skin."
"A bit of a pain junkie, are you?" His expression suddenly hardened.
Saffron swallowed down a delicious wave of panic so intense she could almost taste its icy flavor. Maybe she should have been scared. She knew nothing of this man other than what she'd seen of him on TV. It wasn't just a storyline feud with Jim and Mik. She'd been alone in a hotel rom with Jim when he'd gone on a rant over the promotion hiring Mik. Their hatred for each other was more than legit.
"Maybe..." she hesitated.” Just a little.... You know, in a controlled situation."
His lips curled into a smile. "It won't happen tonight, but sometime soon we're going to get to the point where you trust me enough to totally go there."
She sat back to where the heels of her boots dug into her ass. This made her more aware of how vulnerable she really was sitting there naked and open. So willing and so wanting to be taken to that very place.
His hand went back between her legs, stroking her wet. His thumb flickered against her clit with a touch so light she had to bite her lip to keep from asking for just a little more. She knew she had to wait. She had to extend every second of this wicked torment. If she asked for more he might stop and if he stopped....
Mik did exactly that.
Their eyes met. He held his finger to her mouth and instinctively she sucked away every drop of her arousal. She licked her lips and took his hand, trying to guide it back between her legs. He resisted, catching her wrists.
"Does your pussy taste good?"
She nodded. "Why don't you try it out for yourself?"
He took her hand, directing her fingers deep into her own wetness. "Get me a sample."
Saffron leaned back, this time enjoying her high heels digging into her ass as her fingers explored the wet folds of flesh.
"Spread your legs." His eyes pleaded with more power than his words. "I want to watch you play with yourself."
She adjusted her position, bringing her legs around and opening her knees for maximum exposure of her pussy. He nodded with approval and wrapped a hand around her ankle.
"Do you like me watching you play with yourself?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Good." His grip tightened on her ankle. "The next time you're at home fingering yourself, pretend I'm right there watching your every move."
Her buttocks tensed with excitement and she felt the heat building as she slipped in another finger. It would have been so easy to close her eyes and dissolve to that empty space where she went when she orgasmed. Before Jim she'd never climaxed with a partner. He'd been the one to teach her that it was okay to feel all free and tingly. He'd shown her it was okay to let down her guard and give in to the sensations coursing through her body.
He'd...
Damn...Damn...Damn....
She shook her head, trying to empty it of Jim.
"What?"
She hadn't even realized her hand had stopped moving until she heard him... Mik... not Jim... She was with Mik...
Naked.
In a hotel room with a man she didn't even really know.
"You better not have gotten off without me," he said.
"No."
"Come here, Saffron, give me a taste."
She actually trembled as he licked her juices off her finger.
"Say it. Tell me what you want." He pushed her hand away. "I won't touch you again until you tell me exactly what you want from me."
"I want..." Her heart pounded and she had take a deep breath to be able to find the words. "I want to fuck you, to..." Damn...Damn...Damn... "I just want to fuck you. That's all."
"No more pissing anyone off?"
"Now it's all about the getting off." She pulled on his shirt, wanting him naked, as exposed as she suddenly felt. "You and me. Just the two of us. Getting off."
Mik pulled her to him and kissed her savagely, rewarding her courage with each thrust of his tongue in her mouth. She went along with it, kissing him back, accepting everything he offered. Saffron went there. To that sweet empty place where she didn't have to deal with her thoughts. Nothing mattered other than their dueling tongues. His mouth on hers. His hand locked in her hair. Her breasts pressed against the crisp cotton of his shirt.
He was everything. He was nothing.
He was... damn... damn... damn....
"Damn," she shrieked in vicious release.
Chapter Three
"Damn," Mik agreed.
He never kissed ring rats. He'd gotten plenty of blowjobs. He'd fucked a few of them. But, he'd never, ever, put his mouth on a girl like that. Any girl, for that matter. Saffron, or whatever the hell her name really was, had just about blown his mind. The scary part was she hadn't even gotten into his pants yet and already he wanted to kiss her all over again.
"Now what?" Her voice shook as she looked up at him with such wanting that he could have dived in and gone for a swim in the depths of her lilac eyes.
"Hang on a minute."
Mik got up and went to the bathroom for a self-imposed time out. He splashed cold water on his face and wiped at his mouth. As if that was going to get the taste of her off his lips. He faced himself in the mirror and out of nervousness ran his hands through his hair.
"Just a blow job and then get her the hell out of here," he mouthed to himself in the mirror, already knowing that wouldn't be enough.
He opened the bag on the vanity to search for a condom and only found one. Judging from the faded wrapper it looked like it had been in there awhile. Had it really been that long? The necessity of taking steroids did that to him. Made sex all or nothing. Tonight it was all to the extreme.
Saffron probably had a whole box of fresh condoms in her purse. If she's been fucking around with Jim Kent she'd better have. Still, he wasn't quite sure if he could trust her. She didn't seem all that needy, but the mistakes of others had taught him a girl might get desperate and poke a few needle holes in hopes of working a baby trap. He decided not to take any chances and pocketed his own weathered condom. Mik straightened his tie as if he were gettin
g ready to step in front of the camera and went back into the bedroom.
He found her lying on her belly hugging a pillow to her chest in a way that stuck her bottom up for the taking. She had a nice ass with just the right amount of curve, and those legs in fish net stockings. That song about a girl having legs right up to her neck—Rod Stewart could have written it just for Saffron because she was definitely making him a physical wreck.
Mik sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down one of those long, shapely legs before smacking Saffron on the ass.
"Do you want me to loose the shoes and stockings?" she asked.
"Absolutely not."
He gave her ass another playful swat and then yanked away the pillows to resume his comfortable position propped against the headboard.
"What do you want?" She crawled up to him on all fours, her eyes sparkling with a wary eagerness that somehow put him on edge.
How far could he push her? How far was she willing to go for him?
"Undo my tie."
Mik had to fight the urge to kiss her as she loosened the knot on his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He took the tie from her and for just a second considered using it to bind her hands. No, not yet. He wasn't ready to go there yet. Not with her.
"Unbutton my shirt," he said.
Like a good little girl, she did as he asked, slowly working open each button, almost as if she were teasing him by not allowing her hand to slip and touch his skin. It would be so easy to tie her up and just fuck the hell out of her. Get her out of his room and out of his head quick and easy with no unnecessary complications.
She reached to untuck his shirt and he tightened his grip on the tie.
"No." He stopped her with just the single word. "Take off my shoes."
Saffron slid her naked body down to his feet and stuck her bottom up in the air as she removed first one shoe and then the other. He knew she was working it as she straddled his legs, bending ever so slightly to give him the occasional sweet peeks of her pussy.
He got so distracted by the view that he forgot to tell her it was okay to remove his socks. Her touch was electric as she kneaded the sole of his foot with surprisingly strong hands. Damn if he felt the pleasure all the way up to his dick.
“Okay," he said, struggling to keep his composure. "That feels great, but... let's keep going."
She crawled back up to face him. Not touching him. Just waiting for his next command. He glanced at the obvious bulge in his pants and her eyes followed. Those freaky lilac crocus eyes.
"May I?" Saffron's hand hovered over his belt.
He'd thought of her by name. This girl had so quickly become more than just another on the road piece of ass. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about that. Thinking was highly overrated in a situation like this. "Go for it."
She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants in a way that made it clear she'd most likely done this a few times before. He raised up a little to allow her to pull off his pants. Then she stood and neatly folded his pants, carefully placing them on the back of the chair over his jacket.
"Told you I know my Virgo turn-ons."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Now get back over here."
She climbed back on the bed and gently grazed a long fingernail across his erection before looking up at him. "Are you going to let me come between you and your Calvins?"
"If you don't, I might just burst right out of them," he said, thankful he'd chosen a new pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs that nicely accentuated his package.
She tugged them down and his dick sprang to attention.
"I thought they called you Mik the Dick because...." Her eyes widened. "I mean...I guess now I know the real reason."
"Yeah," he said, not able to hold back a laugh. "I guess I have a few inches on your boy Jimmy, don't I?"
"I'll say."
"You ought to know."
She cautiously stroked his cock in her hands, almost as if she were afraid to take it in her mouth and smiled up at him. "What do you want me to do now?"
"Use your imagination."
Saffron licked the head of his penis, slowly swirling her tongue as she took his dick in her mouth.
Just as it was getting good she paused and looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I forgot to wipe off my lipstick."
"Not a problem. Unlike some people we both know, I don’t have a wife at home doing my laundry."
That got her mouth back on his dick real quick, and damn was she ever good with it. She licked her way down his shaft, flickering her tongue against his balls. That little trick made him so hard he had to lean back against the pillows and think about anything other than what she was doing to keep from popping a load.
"It's okay." She stopped again and looked up at him with those weird lilac eyes. "I don't mind if you want to go ahead and cum." She kissed the head of his penis. "In fact, I think I'd kinda like that."
This girl was too fucking awesome to be real.
Mik tried to lie back and relax, but, damn that thing she did with her tongue. The way she worked his dick with a combination hand and mouth job. His balls felt like they might explode if he didn't give in to it.
This chick got it. She absolutely knew the power she had over him in that moment. He would have agreed to just about anything to keep her going. Not that he could have lasted much longer if he tried.
Mik gave in, letting out an angry growl.
Chapter Four
Saffron retreated to the bathroom, stopping only to grab her purse before she closed and locked the door behind her. She knew if it was done right there was nothing at all submissive about oral sex. From Mik's reaction, she'd obviously done it to perfection.
Instead of basking in her power, she popped together her travel toothbrush and furiously attacked her mouth. His stuff hadn't tasted all that bad, at least if she really was the person she pretended to be. She was perfectly sane, no multiple personality disorder or any of that needing to see a shrink shit. If only it were that easy of an out.
Saffron, not her goody goody real self, capped the toothbrush, wiped her mouth and carefully applied a coat of red lipstick. Saffron, not that other girl, blew herself a kiss and went back to face Mik completely confident in her nakedness.
She picked up her torn thong and tossed it at him. "Now, about those twelve orgasms you owe me. I hope your credit is good."
"Aren't we down to at least ten or maybe eleven?" He smiled at her, shaking his head. "If that wasn't the best blow job I've ever had I'd be tempted to offer you a rain check."
"Blow me off and you'll never get blown again."
"I don't know about you, but I've got all night." He patted the mattress. "Have a seat and give me a minute to get my strength back."
She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, surprised that that it wasn't yet two AM. "I guess the night is still young."
"Are you cold?" he asked, noticing how she'd folded her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, maybe a little."
"You know you could get under the covers with me." He pulled back the sheet.
Instead of taking him up on the snuggling offer, she grabbed up his shirt and put it on, hugging it tight across her chest instead of bothering with the buttons.
"I have to have Ashley back to Dahlonega by six AM," she said, sitting down beside him.
"Dahlonega? Where's that?"
"About an hour closer to civilization than Heaven's Gates."
"Isn't that where that creepy televangelist has a—" he made air quotes with his fingers, "religious sanctuary," Mik laughed, and added, "way up in the mountains?"
"Knock, knock, knocking right on heaven's door." She wasn't about to admit that said creepy preacher/pseudo cult leader just happened to be her father.
"You live there?"
"No," she used her go to location lie, "I live in Murphy." The small town isolated deep in the mountains of Western North Carolina wasn't quite as bad of an option. Better to be a hick than a brainwashed religious ze
alot. "Where do you live?"
"The road, at least for now," he said. "I've not been home to New York in three months and with the schedule they have me on, it will probably be three more months before I get two days off in a row."
"Such a tough life you have. I'd love to be able to just get in the car and never look back."
"What's stopping you?"
"Money," or more accurately, the threat of being cut off from her family's money.
"You don't look like you're hurting for cash."
"I'm not, it's just...." Leading the lost had been quite lucrative for her family. Not that she wanted to go there. Not with a guy she'd just met. Jim didn't even know about Heaven's Gates and she'd been seeing him for over a year.
She so didn't need to be going there. Not now.
Saffron scooted a little closer to him and reached a hand under the sheet. "How's that recovery coming along?"
His hand closed over hers, keeping her from reaching his dick.
"Are you sure you want me to stay?" she asked, taking his hand holding as a sexual rebuff.
"If I wanted you to leave, I'd tell you to leave." He squeezed her hand. "In case you haven't noticed I'm not shy about voicing my opinions."
"I guess it's just, I don't know, for me it's always been easier to fuck a guy than carry on a conversation, that's all," she admitted.
"So far I don't find your oral skills lacking." He smiled encouragingly. "They're quite exceptional, actually."
"See, I told you, that's what I'm good at."
Chapter Five
Mik couldn't help himself, it was totally a reflex action. His mouth found hers, there was some major tongue slippage, and he once again found himself in a seriously hot lip lock.
"Like I said, nothing lacking there." He pulled away just long enough to run a finger across Saffron's full, lush lips.
She bit into his finger. "Eleven, you owe me eleven more."
He silenced her with yet another one of those heart-pounding kisses.
This time she was the one grazing a finger over the outline of his lips, wiping away the traces of her lipstick. "I don't think that shade's right for you."
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