I press my lips to his. His bottom lip is a little bit fuller than his top and my lips collide softly with his. We fall into a natural rhythm. First, he tilts my head to one side. And then another. Somehow, breaths manage to make it in between us. Our tongues intertwine and become one.
I pull away a little, but then he pulls me closer. He puts his right hand around my jaw and slowly makes his way toward the back of my neck and head. His fingers dig into my hair and pull slightly. The sensation feels so good, I nearly lose control. His lips pull stronger on me. They are trying to devour me. Taste every last bit of me. I bathe in the softness of the warm draft of air that escapes his lips in between our kisses.
Quietly, I start to moan. I am losing all control, beginning with the sounds that are escaping from my mouth. His body presses closer to me. I feel the thickness of his beautiful cock on my pelvic bone and my legs open up by themselves. His dick starts to nudge me in between my thighs, not really going all the way in, just teasing me. Just then he pulls away for a second and slips on a condom. It’s a good thing one of us is being safe because I’m so lost in his body and in the moment that the thought of safe sex didn’t even occur to me.
A few seconds later, he’s back in front of me. Pushing into my body with his. Teasing me with his kisses. Suddenly, my legs give out and we collapse onto the bed. Even though I feel like I can’t handle anymore, I want more. I need more of him. Finally, he pushes himself inside of me and I scream out in pleasure. He is taking me and giving me everything that I never knew I needed or wanted. I never felt pleasure like this. It’s like every molecule in my body is suddenly excited and dancing.
He continues to thrust in and out of me and I continue to moan with each thrust. I feel like I’m on the verge of orgasm, but I don't want to get there just yet. I need this to last. I want to stay in this moment forever. Suddenly, and without pulling out of me, he bows his head and places my breast into his mouth.
“You have the most perfect breasts, Ellie,” he whispers. “I want to have them in my mouth always.”
He bites down on my nipple slightly, sending a shooting sensation of pleasure mixed with pain through my whole body. Whatever little space existed between us becomes filled with pleasure. I close my eyes and allow myself to feel everything, every last delicious bit of his body, and this moment that we’re sharing.
“Oh my God,” I moan. He groans on top of me, pushing himself even further within me. Suddenly, I lose all control. I fall into euphoria and start to see stars, both with my eyes open and closed. My hips buck into him and the warmest sensation releases over my entire body. But this time, it’s not just warm. It’s hot. I actually have something of a hot flash as my body starts to convulse underneath him. I want him more than I ever wanted anything in my whole life. The thought of him pulling out of me in this moment is enough to make me weep. Big round tears roll down my cheeks without my permission. They just appear from the pleasure of the orgasm.
“Wow,” he whispers in my ear, as he continues to thrust into me but much slower and gentler this time. “How was that?”
I wipe my tears and stretch out my toes. I can’t feel my legs and I can barely even feel him anymore.
“Earth-shattering,” I whisper.
“I kind of figured that,” he smiles.
He continues to thrust within me. His movements are getting faster and faster. His bites become more hurried and his kisses become sloppier. He is losing control. I look into his eyes and watch it happen. He tilts his head back in pleasure. He also pulls away from my face, exposing his chiseled torso. As he pulls in and out of me, I watch as each muscle tenses and relaxes over and over. I feel a tingling come over my body again. I’m starting to get excited again. How many of these can I even have in one night?
“Ellie,” he whispers and pushes in and out of me faster and faster. His breathing speeds up and then he finally reaches the climax. Every muscle in his body tenses including his face before a big relief sweeps over him. He gives me a few more small thrusts, before collapsing on top of me, covered in sweat.
“Oh my God, Ellie,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was,” I nod.
The room is silent while we both think about what we’ve just done. The experience was something beyond what I ever experienced before, or thought I would ever experience.
“It felt like we were dancing, didn’t it? Like we were totally in sync?” he asks.
I nod. “It felt like we were one.”
He nods and rolls over on his back, then pulls off the condom with one swift motion. Drops of sweat glisten on his six pack and it takes all of my willpower not to lean over and lick them off him.
I run my finger up and down his washboard abs, pausing over each grove.
“Your body is…unreal,” I say. He smiles.
“I have seven percent body fat,” he boasts.
“Wow. That must take a lot of effort.”
“It did at first,” he says. “But now, it’s just my life. I love working out. I actually feel sick if I skip a day or two.”
“So, what we just did? Does that count as exercise?” I ask, coyly.
“Actually, given the amount that I’m sweating, I’d say yes.”
We lay there staring into space for some time. It takes a few minutes of staring into space and trying to collect my thoughts about what just happened to realize just how comfortable the bed really is. The sheets are so luxurious, they are probably 1000-thread count. The pillows are just fluffy enough without losing their shape, molding perfectly to my head. I close my eyes to savor the moment.
Sometime later, I wake up. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but Mr. Black is not in the bed next to me. I stretch, marvel at the comfort of the sheets again and then finally pull myself out of bed. When I walk over to the windows and pull on the curtains, I see that the sun is high in the sky. It’s daylight.
Last night, seems like nothing but a dream. Did it really happen? Did all that really take place? Frankly, I have a hard time believing that Mr. Black is even real. Do people like him even exist? So, kind and caring and demanding at the same time. Someone who is both a mystery and an open book?
I look around the suite and after confirming that he is not there, I leave and make my way toward my own room. There, I jump into the shower and wash off all the sweat and sex from my body. On one hand, the shower is refreshing, but on the other, it makes me feel sad. I love the smell of Mr. Black on my hands and body and now a little part of him is gone.
After putting on some eyeliner and mascara and darkening my brows a little bit, I hear a knock at the door. It’s Lizbeth.
“I’m just here to check on you. How was everything last night?” she asks.
“Great,” I say. “Actually it was really great.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” she says smiling from ear to ear.
“And everything is alright with your account?” she asks.
“Um, I don’t actually know. That’s a good question.”
“Well, I can wait while you double check, it’s no problem.”
That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but okay. I pull out my phone and log into my Bank of America account. I have exactly $251,459.39 in there. The quarter million is from last night and the $1,459 and some change is what I previously had to live on for the rest of the month. Wow, it didn’t seem like such a paltry amount until just now.
“Yes, everything seems to be in order.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Well, in any case, I just want to let you know that there’s breakfast in the dining room. And the helicopter is ready to take you back to Manhattan at any time.”
Oh. Wait, what? A helicopter? I’m stunned for a moment.
“Do I have to go back right now?” I ask.
“No, of course not, you can definitely have breakfast first, if you like.”
“No, that’s not exactly what I meant,” I say hesitantly. “What I mean is tha
t I thought that this was going to be a weekend thing. I thought there was maybe another party later on?”
Lizbeth flashes a mysterious smile at me.
“Oh, so you really had a good time last night,” she says. My cheeks turn bright red and then I blush even more from the thought that I’m embarrassed.
“Mr. Black does leave an impression, doesn’t he?” Lizbeth asks.
From the tone of her voice, I can tell that she’s probably not a stranger in his bed. The thought of that makes me really mad, but I try to keep a hold of my temper.
“Never-mind. I guess I was misinformed,” I mumble and turn back to my suitcase and pretend to pack.
“Listen, the party was just for one night. I mean the party continues, but there will be another auction tonight. With all new girls. The men here like fresh meat so to say.”
“Yes, of course. I’m such an idiot.”
“No, you’re not,” Lizbeth says, putting her arm around my shoulder. “You just didn’t know.”
There’s a real tenderness in this moment. I suddenly feel like she knows exactly how I feel. The disappointment and the regret mixed with anger and jealousy. I want to know more about her.
“So, how did you get this job?” I ask her.
“I came here just like you, a few years go. Someone bought me and we had a very good time. Then he asked me to stay for a week. And then a month. And then I started to serve him all the time.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well, we have what you would call a master-slave relationship. I am here to serve him and do anything he wants. Indefinitely.”
“And you like that?”
“Oh yes,” she nods her head. “I have never felt anything this exhilarating in my entire life. It helps that we are very sexually compatible.”
“So, who is he? Your master?” I ask. The word feels uncomfortable in my mouth and I cringe a little when it comes out. But there’s also something exciting about the thought.
“He’s a friend of Mr. Black’s. He’s away now on business, that’s why I’m here entertaining you all on Mr. Black’s yacht. Otherwise, I’d be on his yacht.”
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“Mr. White.”
I laugh out loud. “Do they all have names like that?”
“Yes, they do,” she nods her head. “They are part of a loose organization called The Billionaire Boys Club. The members are the ones who own the yachts. The other men who were in the hall bidding are prospective members.”
“Wow, I had no idea,” I whisper.
“It’s somewhat of a secret organization. They don't like to talk about it very openly because many run very large, multinational companies with shareholders. Lots of people to answer to.”
“So, how long have you been with Mr. White?” I ask. “And are you two together?”
“Yes, actually. We have been exclusive for more than two years now. He even asked me to marry him.”
“Oh wow, congratulations,” I say.
She smiles. “It’s definitely not what my parents from Kentucky had in mind, but I love him. Very much.”
With that, Lizbeth bids me farewell. Before she leaves she does tell me that if Mr. Black wants to contact me again, he will. Otherwise, I will probably never see him again.
I decide to forgo breakfast and head straight to the helicopter. If I’m not invited to stay here any longer then that’s fine by me. I have my quarter of a million dollars and quite a memory.
When I get to the helicopter pad, I see that I’m the only one there. The pilot waves me over. Rolling my suitcase behind me, I walk over to the helicopter. The pilot asks me for my address and says that he’ll land on top of a building only a few blocks away. He helps me with my luggage and hands me a headset to wear. I climb into the backseat.
Someone comes over the radio and tells him to wait. I figure that there’re more girls going back, so I sit back in my chair and look out at the deep blue ocean spreading all the way to the horizon.
“Hey there,” a familiar deep voice says. When I turn around, I see that it’s none other than Mr. Black.
Shivers run down my spine and a big wide smile comes over my face.
“You didn’t think you’d get rid of me so soon,” he says and helps me out of the helicopter.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Just wanted to say good-bye. After the night we had, we need a proper good-bye, don’t you think?”
I nod and press my lips to his. I wrap my arms around his strong muscular shoulders and let him hold me up as he kisses me back.
“I’m sorry. I’d ask you stay another night, but I have a work thing back in New York,” Mr. Black says after he finally pulls away.
“That’s okay, I understand.”
“So, I just wanted to wish you a good flight and tell you that I want to see you again. Soon.”
A big smile comes over my face. I actually feel my eyes twinkle from happiness. I know that it’s probably not a good idea, but there’s something that’s drawing me to him. I have to be with him. Need to be with him on some sub-atomic level.
“I’d like that,” I say coyly trying not to sound too eager.
“Good,” he says. “Here’s my card. It has my private cell number on it.”
I look at the elegant white business card on thick, expensive paper. It may be a business card, but it’s not the one he uses for work. The name on the card reads Mr. Black.
“Do you need mine?” I ask.
“Actually, Lizbeth already gave it to me. She had it on the paperwork you filled out for the auction.”
I don’t know what to say, so I kiss him again. He reciprocates in kind.
“By the way, my name is Aiden,” he whispers into my ear after he pulls away. “Aiden Black.”
I climb back into the helicopter as if I’m floating on a cloud. Before closing the door, he kisses me on the hand and wishes me a good flight.
I keep my eyes on Aiden as we fly away and I keep looking long after he and the yacht disappear into the ocean.
When the New York skyline appears before us on the horizon, my phone beeps and I look down at the text.
“Now, you have the full $250,000 to be unwise with. Go live your life to the fullest. Pursue your dreams. Nothing else in the world is worth it.”
The number is a perfect match to the one on the card that Aiden gave me. It takes me a minute to realize what he means by the full $250,000. But I still don’t believe it until I can see it with my own eyes. Quickly, I log into my student loan account. And instead of $151,329, which I owed last month, the balance now reads $0.00.
“You paid off my student loans??” I text Aiden.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve the full quarter million to be unwise with.”
I shake my head, not believing that any of this is really real. Who the hell are you Aiden Black?
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