LIKE (Social Media #2)

by JA Huss

  Jesus, get a grip, Grace.

  I lift off the lid and pull back the thick tissue paper to reveal the complete outfit I was wearing on the island. The bra, the shoes, and the bag included.

  “You left,” Vaughn says from behind me. “Before we got the details worked out. And this was the outfit I imagined you in when that happened.” When I turn he’s buttoning up his cuffs and something about that strikes me as hot. “I want you to wear this tonight because we are striking our deal. There are no panties. Go bare. I’ll need access.”

  The tingle between my legs is immediate, but I turn away and try to keep my mind on what I’m doing. He watches me, I know, but he stays silent as I fasten up the button on the crisp white shirt and then pull on the flirty chiffon skirt and cinch the belt around my waist.

  His hands wrap around me, taking me by surprise and making me teeter for a moment as I’m trying to step into the shoes. “I’ve got you, baby.”

  “Thank you. Just give me a moment so I can check my hair and—”

  “No,” he replies, pulling me towards the door. “You look well-fucked. Well-fucked and satisfied. Just the way I like you.”

  We leave the apartment, me sans purse even, but I don’t even bother objecting. He’s in charge, I’m sure that involves making sure I get home. So I just give in. I surrender and let him lead me down the short hallway towards the stairs. I expect to go down, but he points up.

  “Dinner’s on the roof, sweetness.”

  I’m caught on the affectionate term he just used, so I don’t even bother to ask any questions about that, just follow him up the flight of stairs that lead to the roof. Standing at the door is a middle-aged man dressed in a smart, black suit.

  “Mr. Asher,” he says in a low voice. “Servers have been notified.”

  “Thank you, Robert.”

  And then Robert opens the door and Vaughn whisks me out into a fairyland of white lights and beautiful flowering plants. Tropical plants, I realize as I take it all in. And palm trees. There’s even a shallow pool of water with a sand beach.

  I laugh and look up at Vaughn’s delighted face. “How did you do all this?”

  He shrugs, a very boyish gesture that tells me he’s pleased and relieved at my reaction. “Money does this, Grace. Money can do anything. But none of this would matter if you hadn’t seen it. If you hadn’t appreciated it. So I’m thankful to have money, because it helps me make moments like this. Come on,” he says, urging me forward. “Let’s sit at the table.”

  I follow him over to a long rectangle table covered in thick white linen and set with a pale-colored china and crystal glassware. “Oh,” I say as I realize what I’m looking at. “It’s only set for one.”

  Vaughn takes a seat in the chair and then points to a sheepskin rug at his feet. “No, sweet thing, it’s set for two. Sit here, at my feet.”

  I’m stunned. He wants me to sit at his feet? Like a fucking dog!

  “Grace,” he says sternly, probably reading the disgust on my face. “Trust me. Just do as I ask and then you can feel any way you want about it when I’m done. But let me show you what this means.”

  I sigh, but I give in and kneel down on the rug. It’s ivory white, very soft, and very thick. And even though everything about kneeling at his feet is wrong and I’m not going to change my mind about that, my fingertips caress the silky fur as I situate myself.

  I look up at Vaughn and he’s smiling.

  I smile back.

  “Spread your legs, sweets. Spread them wide and pull up your skirt a little, so I can see your pretty pink button poking out of your lovely folds.”

  Damn. I watch these words come out of his mouth and I’m stunned at how they make me feel. Because even though he basically just said spread ’em, it’s the gentle nature of his request that makes all the difference. I can hear his breath speed up, like his heart is racing as fast as mine. And I can feel the heat radiating off his body in front of me.

  I look over at the table and spy a selection of sex toys laid out on top of a black satin cloth. I hike up an eyebrow and look over at Vaughn, but his gaze remains stoic, not willing to end the play to explain.

  It’s my call, that look says. Obey or not.

  My fingertips reach down for the hem of my flirty skirt and drag it up to the top of my thighs. The cool night air rushes in and my whole body shivers. Vaughn is mesmerized as he watches, his eyes fixated on my sex as it’s revealed.

  “Like that, Mr. Asher?” I ask him in a low voice that makes me feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time. “Can you see me?”

  His gaze rests on my exposed pussy for a few more seconds and then he tears himself away and finds my face once again. “That’s perfect, love. That’s perfect. I’m going to reward you for that, but first I’m going to ask you to decide how the servers will see you as they bring our food.”

  He stops, waiting for a protest from me. But I’m far too turned on by the soft rug and submissive position to doubt that whatever he does tonight, it will be spectacular.

  “Perfect,” he says, reading my silence as willingness. “You can sit on my lap with a toy inside you, facing forward with the skirt covering the parts of you that now belong to me. Or you can just sit like you are at my feet. Covered up, of course.”

  It should be such an obvious choice, right? I should immediately say, covered up at your feet, not secretly getting fucked by an assortment of sex toys.

  But even though that’s what the angel on my shoulder is saying, the little sex demon on the other side is begging me to say lap.

  “Grace? I didn’t think it would be a difficult question.”

  Neither did I. “Lap,” I say quietly.

  “Why?” he asks through a huge smile.

  “Because I might like it. And I know you planned this.” I wave my arms to the magical fantasyland he’s created on this dingy rooftop terrace. “And I want to experience this night the way you planned it.”

  He chuckles and smiles. And even though I’ve seen every public picture they have of this man, I’ve never seen that smile.

  “Oh, you are so unpredictable, Grace. I can’t get enough. Now, stand up, turn around, and bend over.”

  I do as I’m told. I’m far too turned on at the moment to put up a fight. I want to see what he can do. I want to see how he can make me feel. I want, I realize, to experience him in control. Fully in control. When I bend down in front of him he sucks in his breath and then leans in and blows it out and the warm currents of air travel across my exposed pleasure zone. His finger dips inside me, wiggles briefly to make sure I’m wet, and then he drags my juice up to my asshole.

  “The toy goes in here this time, sweets. So just try and relax.” I do my best as he plays with me, dragging the lubricant up to the tight bud of my ass, and then without warning, he slips something inside me with a firm thrust that stirs every last nerve ending awake.

  I expected it to hurt more, but it’s so fast, the initial pain is already wearing off when he pulls his hand back. “Good, girl,” he says in a deep throaty voice that lets me know he’s getting off on this as much as I am.

  “I am a good girl, Mr. Asher, please be nice.”

  “Mmmm,” is all he says as he licks me, a long sweep up my slit that ends just before it reaches my newly opened ass. This makes me bite my lip to stop a cry of pleasure. His tongue circles the toy and my entire body shudders with a chill.

  “Now we make it exciting,” he says as the toy inside me begins to vibrate. He pumps his cock with his free hand behind me. The rhythmic slapping of skin combined with the sudden vibration inside my ass almost has me over the edge, but his calming hand on my hip steadies me. “Straighten up and sit back onto my lap.”

  I swallow hard, then stand up and step backwards, stopping when I hit his legs. And then his cock is at my slick entrance. Hard and thick, almost pulsating along with the toy inside my ass.

  “Sit, Grace,” he says in a low whisper. “Sit down on my cock.”

/>   I ease down and he fills me up. “Ohhhh, holy fuck—”

  My nipple is twisted and I try to scoot away, but his hand is firmly around my waist, holding me in place.

  “If you say that word again, I will gag your mouth. Do you understand, sweets?”

  “Yes, Mr. Asher.” It comes out so fast and so automatic it takes me by surprise.

  “Now, sit all the way back and get comfortable,” he says as he arranges my chiffon skirt so it covers me up.

  I adjust myself, hesitant to sit back as he commands, because the anal toy makes the whole experience very, very different from any sexual experience I’ve ever had. He gives me a few seconds to decide to comply, and then he just pulls me back until I’m against his chest.

  I let out a long moan. “Asher,” I whimper. “Asher, I’m going to come.”

  The nipple twist doesn’t make me scoot away this time, instead it brings me closer. Vaughn’s hand leaves my breast and grabs his phone from the table, typing out a message. And a few seconds later, the doors open and several servers appear on the roof with trays of covered dishes.

  “I want you to come, Grace,” Vaughn whispers discreetly into my ear. “But right now these people are serving us food. So you will not come until they leave.”

  As the last word comes out the intensity of the vibrations in my ass increase. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and do my best to stay in control. There seems like an endless supply of silver domes plated being arranged on the table on the other side of the sex toys. The servers have the good sense to ignore everything around them and just concentrate on their jobs.

  Finally, they exit the terrace and it’s just Vaughn and I again. “You did so well, Grace. So well. Now tell me, are you ready to eat?”

  “No, I’m ready to come.” I turn, shifting in his lap enough to make me moan. “May I come, Mr. Asher?”

  “No, baby. Not yet. Bring your arms up and hold me here.” He positions my hands so they are behind me, grabbing onto his messy and deliciously sexy hair.

  That turns me on harder. I close my eyes and just enjoy it. And just when I know there is no possible way to withhold my orgasm, my back buckles and my head drops back onto Vaughn’s shoulder.

  “Come, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, come for me, come for me.”

  I come for him. And then Vaughn stands up, his cock still inside me, and swipes the table clear of the sex toys so he can bend me over and fuck me from behind.

  Chapter Eleven

  #SecretsMakeUsEven

  MY God, her ass cheeks from this angle make the perfect heart shape that drives me wild. Her slit glistens from her excitement, and when I tap the end of the plug in her ass, she clenches. “This is the most beautiful sight in existence, Grace,” I tell her in a soothing voice. “So, so beautiful.” I lean forward to allow the tip of my dick to enter her briefly before pulling back. Her ass follows along, desperate to keep me inside her. “Do you like this?”

  “God, yes,” she pants out, her words really just a stream of air as she presses her cheek against the tablecloth.

  I thrust a little harder and this sets her off. Her face tenses up, her back goes rigid, and her mouth opens to let out a loud moan. She is unable to control herself. And that’s what I want. A woman who will give in, let go, and enjoy the ride as much as I do.

  “Hold still, baby. Hold as still as you can. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to fully experience it. So just hold still and let me take you.”

  She stills her wiggling bottom and adjusts so her forehead is cradled in her hands on the table.

  “Oh, I think we can do better than that, Grace. Spread your arms out.”

  She slides her palms across the linen, making a path through the different bowls and covered plates, and then I thrust hard, making the whole table jump and the water splash out of the crystal glassware. I thrust again, making her hands fist the tablecloth.

  “Yes, I love that, please fuck me harder.”

  “Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I pound her with my hips, our skin slapping together, the table practically bouncing. “Keep still and I will blow your mind right now, you sweet thing.” And then I reach down, pull out the anal plug, and replace it with my hard cock. She groans loudly and tries to rise up off the table, but I push her down, grab her hair, twisting it around my hand, and thrust deep inside her.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!” I growl. “Your fucking ass feels spectacular.” I reach around her hips, my fingers desperate to find her pleasure spot, and when I do, I rub her wild as she bucks and screams and twists her body, desperately trying to maintain control.

  But we’re too far gone. It’s over. I pull out and shoot my semen up and down the back of her blouse in long sticky streams as she collapses on top of the table and pants her little heart out.

  “Perfect,” I say, just as breathless as she is. I grab a napkin and dip it into a water glass that is now only half full from the rocking table, and then clean myself up, tuck my dick back in my pants, and then stand her up and turn her around. “Here, baby. Kneel down on the rug. Relax.” She falls to her knees, her breath still ragged with release, and she looks up at me with half-mast eyes that make me want to take her all over again. “I’ve ruined that blouse, let’s take it off.” She looks down and watches my fingers as they undress her. One button, two buttons, all the way up to the last one between her perfect breasts. I lift the shirt away from one shoulder and let the soft cotton fabric slip down her arm. I repeat that with the other arm, and then she’s only in her black bra and skirt.

  “Put your hands on your thighs, please.”

  She obeys and I sigh a little with her compliance. She catches that, I’m sure, because she looks up at me and smiles. This night is going so much better than I ever anticipated. I wasn’t sure if she’d be mad about me showing up by surprise or not. It’s so hard to predict what might set her off. She is clearly a smart woman capable of many things. She probably thinks she doesn’t need a man. But she’s wrong. She does. She craves it, I can tell.

  I straighten out the tableware as best I can, moving all the covered plates so they are within arm’s reach, and then settle back in my seat with Grace between my legs. I lift the lid off a small dish. The scent of meat fills the air with a puff of steam. “It’s still hot, good,” I say more to myself than her. I pick up a small bite-sized piece of tender beef and bring it to her lips. “I’m going to feed you, Grace. Open your mouth and take the meat.”

  She complies and my heart swells a little. I wasn’t sure how she’d take this, to be honest. She might’ve got up and walked out, spouting off about how she’s perfectly capable of feeding herself. But perhaps she’s catching on? Or perhaps I just wore her down and she’s too satiated and relaxed to care that I’m hand-feeding her.

  “Why am I feeding you, Grace? Why not just let you sit at the table with me?”

  She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and smiles as she chews, taking her time before swallowing. “Asher, I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m hungry and tired. You could do almost anything to me right now.” I wince and she catches it. “Wrong answer?”

  I nod, but stay silent.

  “OK,” she says, pausing to think this time. “Let me try again.” She looks down at the sheepskin rug, her fingers caressing it for a moment, and then tilts her chin up so she can look me in the eye. “You… want to be responsible for me?”

  I positively grin. “Dear Lord, you are perfect.” I lean down and kiss her gently on the lips and then grab another piece of meat and place it in her open mouth.

  She chews slowly again, and then swallows with a heartfelt, “Mmmmm.”

  “That’s why I gave you money, Grace. Not to buy you, but to care for you. If you want to give it all away, that’s your choice, But there will be more money in your account the second it goes below thirty thousand. That’s the threshold. Thirty thousand dollars is enough to leave me and move on, so that’s the dollar amount I need to stay in y
our account.”

  “What?” she sputters, shocked by my words.

  “Leave me, Grace. I’m not bribing you to stay. I want to make it very clear you are not being paid to stay. You are being paid to leave. I want you to be OK when you’re ready to walk away. When we get tired of each other. I want that money to be there for you so you never have to wonder if you can afford to break off our arrangement.”

  Her shoulders slump over and she bows her head in defeat. I hate to spell it out so callously, but it needs to be said. She needs to accept it or she needs to take the money and move on. “Do you agree?”

  “Can I think about it?” she asks quietly, her head still bowed. “And let you know?”

  “Of course,” I say back and lift her chin up with my fingertips. “Are you very hungry?” I ask her as I grab another morsel from the plate.

  “Yes,” she says, a little bit defeated. “I really am. I feel starved.”

  “You have to go slow, so you can enjoy it. Otherwise you might eat too fast. And that will never do. You can’t enjoy our time together if you’re busy scarfing down food. Just be patient and know that you will be satisfied when we’re done. Even if it takes longer to get there this way, understand?”

  “OK,” she says.

  I don’t like her defeated attitude at all. I prefer feisty Grace over this demure imitation. But I need that contract signed tonight, and this was the only way to get that. “Now tell me about your day, sweetness. Tell me about your new job.”

  “It’s just a job. I don’t want to talk about it with you. If you’re not really interested in me as a person, and this is just about conquering me during sex, then I’m not interested in sharing my day with you.”

  “That’s not all I’m interested in, Grace. I’m just trying to be honest with you, that’s all. I don’t want to hurt you. I want us to enjoy each other. I think we can have a nice relationship.”

  “Relationship?” she huffs. “This isn’t my idea of a relationship. A relationship doesn’t come with walking-away money.”