by Whitney D.
I complied and folded my hands gracefully in my lap. Bellamy sat up and leaned over me to place the empty glass on the side table. When I caught a whiff of his cologne, my eyes rolled back in my head and I whimpered quietly. He pulled back and when he was inches from my face, he smiled at me.
“I like the way I affect you, Kate.” His words were purely sexual.
He ran his finger up the outside of my thigh. When his finger slipped just under the hem of my dress, he moaned ever so slightly. I was wearing stockings and I see he'd liked what he'd found. I giggled just a little.
“Kate, Kate, Kate.......” he pleaded.
I smiled and turned my back to him.
“Unzip my dress, Bellamy.”
His hands went straight to the zipper without any hesitation. I pulled my hair to the side and glanced at him over my shoulder. His tousled brown hair hung just a bit in his eyes as he looked up at me in a very serious manner. I gave him a quick smile and then I heard the sound of my zipper. He drug the zipper down so painfully slowly, that I could hear every little notch come undone. When the zipper was down completely, I stood and positioned myself in between Bellamy's legs. He let his head fall back on the sofa. I took my right hand to my left shoulder and pushed the strap of my dress off. The dress fell into a pile of fabric at my feet. Bellamy sucked his bottom lip in and let out a ferocious groan. I was wearing an all white lingerie set... a garter belt, lace covered bra, white silk panties, and stockings. From the look on his face, I could tell that what I had on was not at all what he had expected under my dress.
Chapter Eight
I turned around so he could get a long hard look at every inch of what I was wearing. I even bent over a little bit and pushed my ass up in the air for a bit of extra awesome. He hissed through gritted teeth. When I was bent over, I took my right hand and slowly slid my panties over so he could take a peak at my hot wet slit. I rubbed my clit and drug one slow finger in and out of myself. When I finally peered over my shoulder to get a look at Bellamy, he had his cock out and he was stroking himself. I quickly removed my hand and turned around to face him.
“Don't stop now,” he begged.
“Show me how you like to touch yourself, Kate.”
I kicked my heels off and perched myself on the couch next to him. I locked my eyes on him and slowly ran the back of my hand up and down my inner thigh. Bellamy's eyes were fixated on my every movement. He continued to stroke himself. It made me more wet watching him pleasure himself. Masturbation had always been set in my mind as a private thing you did alone. Yet every time I saw a man do it, it was like it was forbidden... dirty... and I wanted to watch. Watching him masturbate made me soaking wet with my desire.
I slowly stroked my clit and every so often would dip a finger inside and bring the wetness out to rub over my swollen bud. I was so turned on that I was on the verge of coming in just a few short moments. I laid my head back and continued to rub harder and faster. I closed my eyes and let myself go completely. Just at that moment, I felt Bellamy. One long finger pressed slowly into me.
“Fucking hell Kate. You're so wet. Your eager little pussy is so hungry for my cock.”
He inserted a second finger. I moaned in pleasure. His eyes locked onto mine. His fingers drove in and out of me as wetness continued to pool between my legs. I bucked my hips up as the pressure intensified. I rubbed my clit a little harder and just when I was about to come, Bellamy quickly withdrew his fingers. He stood in one quick motion, grabbed my waist with both hands, and turned me face down on the sofa. He tugged my waist until my ass was up in the air and my face was buried deep into the sofa. I pressed my hands gently into the cushions to lift myself up a bit. Bellamy drove his fingers deep into me once again and then withdrew them along with my juices. He rubbed his wet fingers over my tight hole and then inserted one long finger into my ass. The feeling was strange at first, but dirty and erotic at the same time. I screamed out in a pleasuring pain.
“You like that Kate? You want me to fuck you in this perfect little ass?”
I couldn't speak. Instead I whimpered like a kitten and took my fingers to my swollen clit once more.
“You dirty girl.”
He smacked my ass hard once, then a second time. The sting to my skin caused my breath to catch for a moment. I rubbed my nub harder and panted.
I glanced over my shoulder. Bellamy's strong hand was stroking his long cock. Every few strokes he'd run his palm over the head. The veins in the shaft were bulging. His eyes were plastered on my puckered hole as it continuously took his finger in. He licked his perfect lips as his finger continued in and out of my ass. He inserted a second finger spreading me wider.
“Bellamy, please.............. please, fuck me. Please.............” I begged for my release. I begged for him to fill me with his cock.
Before I could finish my begging, he removed his fingers and his thick cock entered me. I cried out.
“Yes, baby take it all in. Take every inch of my cock in. Your ass is so fucking tight... ” he praised me through gritted teeth.
I used both of my hands to push myself up from the couch. My back was pressed up against his chiseled chest. He continued ramming himself in and out of me. My legs trembled. He reached around and placed his fingers over mine. In unison we rubbed my clit aggressively in a circular motion. My other hand went to my left breast. I palmed it and pinched my tight nipple. Bellamy drew tiny kisses along my shoulder and then dug his teeth gently into my flesh. My head fell back to rest on his shoulder. We continued to rub my clit harder and faster. I was close to coming and he was too. I could feel his shaft grow thicker and more rigid inside of me. His hand left mine and trailed up my belly slowly. He reached my breast and took it in his hand. He held his hand there for a moment as he picked up his pace. Faster, faster, faster. His cock in and out... in and out. As I slowly lifted my head from his shoulder, his hand went to my throat. He pawed at my throat gently claiming every tiny ounce of me.
“Bellamy...” I moaned his name and then I came.
I broke into a million tiny shards as I rode out the euphoric wave. As I was to coming, Bellamy found his own climax. He grasped my waist and pulled me harder and faster onto his cock until every last drop of his sticky come poured into me. We stood there for a few short moments just taking in the pleasure we had both just experienced. I closed my eyes and took a few shallow breaths. When I opened my eyes I saw movement in the window's reflection. I quickly turned my head and glanced towards the back of the room behind Bellamy. Standing there was Beth. When she noticed I saw her, she bolted. For a quick second I thought I had imagined her there... maybe she wasn't really there. I started to speak, to tell Bellamy, but I stopped myself.
What was I going to say? 'Your beautiful, yet creepy employee was watching you fuck me.'
It was probably one of the strangest things to ever happen to me, but I just let it go. I tried to put it out of my mind. I decided not to say anything to Bellamy about it.
Bellamy drug me from my thoughts.. “Wow... Kate. That was....” his words trailed on.
He pulled his still-firm cock from me and his come pooled down my quivering legs. I turned to face him and he smiled modestly at me. I placed my hands gently on his muscular biceps. His hands folded together and rested on my lower back. I smiled back, but didn't say anything. He leaned down and gently kissed me.
“There's a shower back there...” he pointed to the other side of the room.
“Let's get cleaned up,” he took my hand in his and led me to the tiny bathroom.
He turned the water on and it steamed up the room quickly. He let me into the shower first. The hot water felt therapeutic to my fatigued muscles as it cascaded over my entire body. Bellamy slipped into the shower behind me. I stood under the stream of water and closed my eyes, exhaustion had set in. There were a few silent moments where you could hear every droplet of water bounce of the tile flooring. Then I smelled a lovely scent of oranges and vanilla. I opened my eyes and look
ed back at Bellamy who was soaping up a large fluffy loofah. I extended my hand to take it from him so I could bathe my aching limbs, but he snatched his arm back and simply said, “No, let me...”
It hadn't been a question. It was more of a demand and I obliged. He lathered every inch of my skin in the delicious smelling suds. When he got to my most delicate parts, he'd use the soap and his gentle fingers to clean me there. He kneaded every inch of my skin with delicate pressure. When he went to clean my toes, he knelt down in the shower and placed small kisses along my belly and then down my outer thigh.
This man was caring, giving, romantic, sexual, fierce, handsome, wealthy, kind, established... there had to be something. There had to be one thing that made him a dud. It was all I could think about. Not once in my life had I met a man that was this good and this amazing at everything and in every aspect of his life. It made me wonder. And where was this going?
“So, how is this all going to work. Exactly?” I questioned him.
“How is what going to work?”
“Are you just going to keep me as your dirty little slut that you can fuck any time you want to, but not tell anyone? Will I just be at your beck and call whenever you want? Will you buzz me into your office so I can suck your cock at your desk between meetings? Really, Bellamy where is this going?”
I was blunt. Probably a little bit more blunt and a lot more bitchy than I really should have been, but we had sex before we ever even had a chance to get to know one another. And from my past experiences it seemed like this would be just that.
He looked at me shocked and completely speechless. He didn't say a word.
I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a large plush white towel hanging on the towel rack and dried myself off as quickly as I could. I wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom promptly without saying another word, to search for my things. The towel was still around me and my was hair dripping wet when his fingers grasped my upper arm and tugged slightly.
“Really Kate? What?!... Are you going to just storm out of here like this?” he raised his voice as he spoke.
'I had basically started this fight... might as well go on with it,' I thought.
“You do realize we're on a boat miles from shore. Are you going to jump overboard and swim back?” He questioned me as I was still looking for my other shoe.
“Listen Bellamy,” I pointed my shoe at him. “There's no way this is going to 'work'. You're my boss... the owner of the company I work for. No one will take me seriously once they find out what's going on between us and everyone will find out. I'm not really interested in sleeping with you out of convenience and then going back to acting like nothing happened. Like I told you already that first night... I am not that girl. This was a huge mistake. I shouldn't have come here.” I stressed that last sentence and I could feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.
'Don't cry Kate, get it together.' I told myself.
I took a deep breath and one lonely tear rolled down my flushed cheek. Bellamy reached his hand up to my face and brushed the tear away with the flat of his thumb.
“You're much too beautiful to cry,” he whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear him.
I half smiled. He was sweet, but I couldn't fathom how we could ever make this work.
“Please Kate, don't do this. Don't storm out of here. We'll figure this out. And just like I already told you... I don't think your that girl.” he pleaded with me.
I took a long deep breath and blew it out in frustration.
“Fine,” was all I could muster.
Chapter Nine
Bellamy looked down at his watch.
“It's getting late, better get back or we could spend the whole night...”
“Not so fast Casanova. We should really get back,” I cut him off mid-sentence.
“Why won't you stay with me tonight?” he asked me with a look in his eyes that was begging for me to say 'yes'.
“Here?” I asked.
He laughed as he brushed his stubble on his face with his knuckles.
“Not here. Somewhere that we are completely and entirely alone,” he shimmied his eyebrows in an effort to make me laugh.
I had completely forgotten that Peter and Beth were still on board.
“Oh yes, I forgot that Peter and Beth were below.”
“So is that a yes then? Will you stay with me tonight?”
“We'll see... we should really get back though.”
Bellamy buzzed down to Peter to advise him to start the engine so we could get back to shore. Within a few moments, the subtle roar of the engine could be heard. Bellamy took my hand in his and linked his fingers between mine. Our hands fit together perfectly. His hands were warm, strong, large. He led me out to the bow. There were large chaise loungers on the deck and we sat together in silence. We soaked in the crisp autumn air and the sound of the crashing waves. I was checking out the cities lights in the distance when Bellamy said, “Kate, I am not sure what happened in your past, and you can share that with me some day when you're ready to, if you want to, but just know... I'm not going to hurt you.”
I was about to speak, but just gave him a half smile instead. Once we got back to shore and the boat was docked, Bellamy stood and offered his hand to me. We linked fingers once again. He led me to the boat's exit. Standing on the dock were Peter. And Beth.
“I hope you had a wonderful evening, Miss Conrad,” Peter said as he tipped his captain's hat towards us.
“Thank you. I did, it was a lovely evening.”
Beth stared blankly at her shoes. She wouldn't look at me or Bellamy. She was one strange bird, especially after what happened earlier when I caught her.
“Goodnight Miss Conrad. Goodnight Mr. Drake,” Beth mumbled as Bellamy and I began to stroll back to the front of the yacht club where Mr. Andrews and the black town car were waiting.
Mr. Andrews held the door as Bellamy and I slid into the back seat.
“Where to Mr. Drake?” Mr. Andrews asked.
“Home,” was all he said. It was cut and dry - “home”.
“Very well.” Mr. Andrews pushed a button and a privacy screen closed between the front and back seats.
“Kate, please, Kate... stay with me tonight. I don't want to spend a second away from you. I want to know every part of you. Please, stay at my home with me. Let me make love to you until the sun comes up.”
I smiled a smile that reached my eyes.
“Okay.”
“Bellamy, this may seem like a strange question out of nowhere. But how long has Beth worked for you?”
I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to figure out what was going on. Her behavior was so weird.
“She's worked for me briefly... I'd say maybe a few months or so at various times. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I was just curious, her behavior seemed strange tonight. I thought maybe there was a reason.”
“Her behavior?” he gave me a look that told me he had no clue what I was talking about.
The car abruptly stopped at that very moment.
“We're here!” Bellamy looked at me and gave me a quick wink.
With that said, the Beth discussion was put on the back burner. I didn't know Bellamy well enough to stick my nose in his business and I didn't want to nag him or make him think I am obsessive or jealous. I figured it may be a discussion better suited for a different day at another time.
We took the elevator up to his penthouse, it felt much like it did last time, except I this time I knew Bellamy's last name, where he worked, I had met his brother, and had been on an actual date with him. None of that mattered I guess because even though I had met his brother, it wasn't as Bellamy's girlfriend or date, but instead as his new employee. Gahh what was I doing. The elevator doors opened up in the foyer of the penthouse and Bellamy flicked a light switch near the door. The sitting room dimly lit up and Bellamy told me to make myself at home. He took off in a direction towards the right of the pe
nthouse. I could hear glasses clanking and the ever-so-familiar sound of a cork being pulled from a wine bottle. Bellamy returned a few moments later with two crystal wine glasses filled with red wine. He handed me a glass and sat himself comfortably on the sofa. He patted the cushion next to him and said, “Please, sit.”
I took a small sip from the glass. As I pulled the glass away from my lips, I sat down next to Bellamy and our legs gently brushed each other's. I leaned forward to place the wine glass on the table and Bellamy followed suit. He laid his glass on the table as well.
“Kate,” he started. “...so tell me... what are your interests? Tell me about yourself.”
“Okay, well my parents are still married. They've been married for thirty-two years. I have a little brother, named Jack. He is fifteen. My dad is an accountant and my mom is a sixth grade science teacher. I had my first kiss at fourteen and lost my virginity to no one special when I was eighteen. My parents still live in the house they were living in when I was born. They live in Savannah and up until your brother offered me a job, I was planning on moving back there because I was having a hard time finding a job here. I have only been in love once and it didn't end well. That's all I am going to say about that. In my spare time I enjoy reading on my Kindle, crafting, working out at the gym, and going out with friends. Ohhh.. and I am a Pisces and I enjoy longgggg romantic walks on the beach...” I laughed.
“Anything else you want to know?”
He laughed, but then he begged me not to make a joke out of it. He was interested in knowing me outside of the bedroom. That is more than I can say for most of the guys I have dated over the last few years. I hadn't had a serious relationship since Andrew in college stomped my heart into obliteration when I thought he was about to propose. Maybe I deserved a little promiscuous period in my life. I hadn't ever really done anything like that before. Maybe I was being far too much of a prude about this whole 'random hook up with no strings attached' nonsense.