by Penny Ward
But it also seems right.
Housekeeper hat still on however, I tell him, "Your Hugo Boss tux is freshly dry cleaned and hanging in your wardrobe, by the way. I presumed you'd be wearing it tonight."
From close behind me, he whispers, "Always pre-empting me, always one step ahead. Your mother taught you well, Little Em."
His breath on the back of my neck sends finger-like shivers down my spine. "I know you well, you mean."
"More than any man should be comfortable with being known by a beautiful woman."
I laugh a little, but I'm slightly on edge with the compliments and unfamiliar husky tone I hear in his voice.
There's an undercurrent of intent, but to do what?
"Oh, no. I reckon there could be a few surprises left in you yet." When we reach his bedroom, I turn to him instead of walking straight in.
"There you go again," he breathes, not speaks, "always one step ahead."
Don't get me wrong, I've visited his room millions of times over the years, to work and yes, even to nose about—I'll be honest—but never with him and never in a state of undress.
"This is so freaking weird," I say under my breath.
He ignores my hesitancy, pushing me inside with a delicate hand on the small of my back. "Go in, there's not much time left."
So, I do as I'm told.
The master suite is immense, with everything you need in a bedroom, like a bed and closets.
It has two large leather couches, a games console and entertainment system which can be hidden with the press of a button, and a huge en-suite bathroom.
Decorated in black silk, gold, and earthy shades, it offers a general feeling of luxury and sensuality.
It's always been my favorite room in the house.
I turn to take the dress from his arms, "Right, I'll go get dressed. Won't take me long after that."
He steps right up close, "Are you…excited, Emma?"
"I'm nervous about meeting your friends, but excited to be going to a ball. It's a new challenge, but one I'm hoping you'll support me through."
"Don't be nervous. I want us both to enjoy every aspect of tonight." He takes a strand of my hair and curls it around his finger, watching as it falls to my breast. "It's my thank you, remember?"
"Already told you, there's no need for thanks. But I appreciate the gesture, and I wouldn't want to show you up in front of your friends." He's staring down at my face now, his deep blue eyes like sapphires in white stone are hard to fathom, but the vibe I'm getting is still so unfamiliar. "I'd hate to let you down, Caleb."
"You never could. If only everyone were so reliable." Inhaling deeply he says, "You smell incredible."
"I do?" Finding it difficult to inhale enough air, my heart races and I fight the urge to lean up on tip toes to kiss his plump pink lips, "Err, ahem. That'll be the coconut milk. Good for the skin."
His gaze deepens along with his breath and the sexual tension between us is now unmistakable.
No, it's not just me this time.
He licks his lips, stepping so close to me my knees touch him.
"You smell good enough to eat."
He throws the dress bag over the nearest couch without taking his eyes off me, and begins unbuttoning his shirt with a determined expression glaring down at me.
Either my imagination slipped into my reality and I'm hallucinating this, or Caleb has finally seen me as a woman.
Chapter 8
One hand cradles the back of my neck and the other slips between the two folds of my robe to investigate my nakedness.
His palm is warm, smooth, and exploratory, travelling over my back, my bottom and, intrigued by my reaction, finally between my legs.
I gasp, struggling to comprehend what is happening.
My legs open a little wider to help him, and I grip on to his shirt for stability as tingles shoot around my tummy and down my legs.
"I want you, Emma. Unless you tell me to stop now, I won't be able to. Do you understand? Do you want this?"
Stupid man, of course I'm not going to say stop.
"Yes, yes." I untie my robe and let it fall to the floor, blushing uncontrollably but brimming with unsated lust. "I want this."
My hands reach up to cup his glorious face and pull his mouth to mine.
Before his mouth meets mine for our first explosive kiss, he flashes a grin—damn sexy.
His tongue rolls over mine, releasing a groan into my mouth which seems to reach deep inside me to stroke my g-spot.
Insatiable need arises, and our first kiss surpasses all those in my many fantasies. Nakedness and virginity matter nothing when his fingers slip inside me and he hoists one leg up around his waist.
"Yes, I need this so much," I breathe into his mouth, grinding on his fingers. "I need you."
He picks me up and throws me back on his bed, shedding his clothes to the floor like a snake shedding skin.
Only this is no snake, this is Caleb.
My Caleb.
And there, when not a stitch separates us, his taut tan body and long, thick cock stands to attention.
He stares at my throbbing sex and falls to his knees with moistened lips and a hungry glint in his eyes.
His face disappears between my legs and his mouth explores my clit, the subtle hum of his enjoyment passes through me—vibrations of need.
I cry out, "Ah…" as his fingers continue to work my insides, and I grab handfuls of his thick blonde mane in my fists, spreading my legs as wide as they will go.
Can this really be happening?
When I think my body can take no more, he stops and smiles up at me with a shiny wet mouth, "You taste incredible. I knew you'd be sweet down here."
Crawling up, pushing me further up the bed as he does so, as if I weigh no more than a cuddly toy, he says, "Here, put this under your butt, beautiful."
I raise my sex and he slips a pillow beneath it and holds my legs wider apart before grinning at me. I feel exposed, a tiny bit porn-girl, but too horny to care.
Inspecting me he says, "You are the perfect shade of pink."
Never thought about what my sex looked like before, but he's clearly happy with it.
I feel beautiful.
Slowly, he lowers his cock to my entrance, "I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts."
"I want all of you, don't hold back."
He grins, leans in to kiss me, and slides in inch by inch. "Like that?"
Stretching me, he fills me up, and I’ve never experienced such pleasure before. "Yes, yes, ah."
He frowns and laughs before thrusting himself inside, "For a petite lady you can take a lot of cock."
My eyes are watering as I hold my legs around his back to keep him in place while I kiss him.
Slowly, he withdraws and re-enters, screwing me as he has done in my imagination for years.
Only now, it's real but seems every bit fantastical.
"Ah, more, Caleb."
I can't get enough of him.
The gentle rocking builds my arousal to an almost uncomfortable plateau.
My body screams to be fucked harder, faster, toward some blessed release.
Caleb seems to be exactly of the same mind when his movements quicken, deepen, and I hear and feel his weighty balls slapping against my ass. I yell, "Yes, yes, I'm coming."
"Yes, ah," he groans. "Yes…Come with me, baby."
He pounds into me, my body maneuvered into place by his firm grip on either hip. He pulls me up and down, thrusting against me to ram himself deep inside.
Harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
“Yes!” I scream.
I have never moaned before in bed, but with Caleb, I can’t stop.
The deep moans build from somewhere deep with my belly, roll through my torso and escape through my mouth.
The fullness of him, and the friction against my g-spot quickly bring me to climax, "Now!"
I cry out and the vibration of my climax ripples through me a
s I clench on to his pulsating cock.
“Yes!”
My world is spinning.
This is my moment.
The moment I have spent years dreaming about.
Lusting after.
Finally it has arrived.
“Yes!!!” I scream as my fingers grip tight.
His cock rams into my pussy and my heart rate goes through the roof. My head throws back and my hands move along his strong chest.
Oh yes.
It is everything I imagined it would be.
Magical.
Lustful.
“Yes, girl. Yes,” Caleb moans as he rams me.
Then…
He withdraws.
No.
I feel empty… hollow.
“Come back…” I plead. “I need you back.”
His strong hands flip my body over and I hover on hands and knees.
His hands drift over my behind, up my back, adoring my body, but he doesn’t enter me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he whispers. “Everything is perfect…”
Then…
Slam!
Oh.
Yes!
His hard cock drives aggressively into my wet pussy and my eyes almost pop out of my head.
Fuck.
Yes.
Gripping my hips tight, he rams into me with primal aggression. My hands push into the bed, struggling to stay upright. He drives hard.
Fast.
The lust in the room is incredible.
I try to push back against his cock, trying to hold my ground, but he is too strong.
Too powerful.
With one particularly strong drive, my body falls forward. I fall onto the bed and my belly touches the bed, but Caleb doesn’t stop.
He can’t.
Instead, he rams me harder.
Oh. My.
Fuck!
Yes!
I am being dominated by a real man. He owns me. He controls me.
He is pounding into me.
“Fuck!!!” I scream. “Yes!!!”
And then…
Oh.
He pushes hard one last time.
Deep.
Full.
Wow…
He falls to the bed beside me, and we come together and hold each other tight until the last ripple of pleasure leaves us panting, spent, and insanely smiling.
My guess—in the sweaty, blissful aftermath—is that Caleb's been imagining us together for as long as I have.
Chapter 9
My sex is throbbing with a mixture of, 'Let's-go-again,' and 'Back-away-internal-trauma-here.'
My head whirls with thoughts of romance and love and a need to repeat this activity with Caleb on a regular basis.
Until I remember the ball, which we are going to be late for.
"Crap, aren't you going to get into trouble? What time is it?"
A fine layer of sweat makes the best of his torso in this early evening light.
"Oops."
Wearing only a lazy smile, he stares at me lying naked next to him and strokes my legs from ankle to the damp sore sex at their meeting point, as one might a pet. "It’s a crying shame, but I think your pussy could use a time-out."
The truth is, he's right;, Caleb is a big man.
The way he's acting tells me he knows the effect his size has on women and he’s conscious of it, too.
"A rest couldn't hurt I guess, but you might want to stop stroking her." Reciprocating his lazy smile I add, "Otherwise, we're going nowhere tonight."
"Ah, yes." Raising a brow he stops stroking me and asks, "So, how long will you need?"
Empowered and a little brave, I say seductively, "For?"
My fingers twist my nipples and I toss my head back, play acting masturbation.
"Stop it, you bad girl." He laughs softly and stands up to manipulate his cock, which is getting hard again. "How long do you need to get ready for the ball?
Enjoying my effect on him, I snigger and sit up.
"Well, if you stop bothering me I'll be ready in…twenty minutes? I could do with another quick wash now, before I start messing with hair and makeup."
"Wanna share my shower?" He winks and I can tell if we get ready in his room together, we'll never make it out of the house.
Now there's an awesome thought.
"Think I'd better go back to my room. All my stuff's there anyway, and if I see you rubbing soap over your body, things will get steamy in more than one way."
"You, my girl, are insatiable."
He leans down to kiss me and offers me his hand, which I use to pull myself up off the bed.
After our explosive climax, my legs are still a little shaky.
"And here I was thinking you are such a good girl."
"Hey!" Grabbing one of his solid butt cheeks I grin, "Good girls enjoy sex too, you know."
I blush, worrying he might think I sleep around, or that this wasn't the most special experience of my life, so I add, "However rarely we might choose to do it."
He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose, "So fucking cute."
Dragging myself from his intoxicating presence, I grab the dress bag and run downstairs to get ready for a ball in less time than I'd take to get ready for market.
I've made love to Caleb. Caleb's made love to me.
And now I'm going to a ball.
Did I fall from reality into a fairy tale without realizing?
Chapter 10
Caleb knocks at my door in twenty minutes exactly.
"Ready? The car's waiting and we're already ten minutes late."
The reflection in the mirror says my hair’s a little frizzy and I could do with more makeup, but I'm as good as I can be for the time taken.
"Okay, coming."
“I thought you already did that…” I can hear the smile in his voice.
When I open the door, he's holding up a pair of Jimmy Choos to match the incredible gold Gucci ball gown he gave me, which is both slinky and floor-length.
"Forgot to bring these for you, so the driver just dropped them in. Here, put them on. We have to go."
"They're lovely."
I've been trying so hard to be cool, but the nerves in my stomach and the tears pricking the back of my eyes betray me.
"I don't know what to say, this is all so overwhelming, Caleb." I kick my black pumps off into my room and step into my new shoes, one foot after another. "Wow, it's awesome up here. Hope I don't faint from too much oxygen."
He laughs, "You are…beautiful, by the way." He stares and takes in every inch of me, "I mean, wow, Em. Just wow."
A little bashful from the compliment, I offer him my elbow, "Thanks, you are as handsome as ever. You may need to hold me up until I get used to these towering heels. Deal?"
"Try and stop me."
The drive there is brief, smooth, and we sip champagne in the back of the limo.
Not sure I like it much, but I say nothing.
"This is an…interesting way to start a night out," I say, and sneeze when the bubbles go up my nose.
Caleb sniggers, "You're adorable, you know?"
When we pull up, the driver walks around to let us out.
There are photographers and crowds of people waiting to see who the billionaire Caleb Hawksley will have on his arm.
Fear hits me and my throat constricts, "Oh crap, what am I doing here? We'll be all over the papers tomorrow."
Caleb frowns, "They're looking for headlines and you're it. Be a mystery for an evening. When they finally figure out who you are, it won't matter."
"Won't it?"
"Trust me?" He holds out his hand.
Putting my palm against his, I inhale lungs of air hoping it will calm me down.
It doesn't.
"Of course I trust you. It's them I don't trust."
We leave the limo and the flashes go off all around me, people scream Caleb's name, asking, "Who's your date?" and "Who's the lucky la
dy?"
"Keep your head high, back straight." He whispers in my ear, before kissing my neck. "Don't let them see you're nervous. They love to see blood."
Chapter 11
My heels don't help, but I throw back my shoulders and smile at the cameras as Caleb and I walk gracefully, hand in hand, to the Gala Ball. The red carpet has been rolled out and the media are behind a rope as we walk up the middle. I feel glamorous and wanted. Like a movie star from the fifties.
When the sounds of shouting and the flashing of cameras are behind us, I exhale.
"How do you deal with such an invasion of privacy everywhere?" I whisper to him.
"I’ve never known any different," Caleb glimpses me, and I swear there's sadness in those big blue eyes of his. "Anonymity and wealth are incompatible."
I squeeze his hand, "Let's go and enjoy ourselves. Screw them."
"Hey, potty mouth."
I bite my lip, “Oops."
As we enter the building, I see that the Gala Ball is everything I imagined it to be.
Large, grand, flashy and over the top.
It is too perfect.
The men and women are flawless. They are all dressed to perfection in their tailored suits, custom-made designer dresses and shiny jewelry.
I feel out of place.
I don’t belong here.
I am just a housekeeper. Just a worker.
I don’t belong here with the mega-rich and ultra-famous. These are not my people. My people are laughing, chatting casually at my local Chinese takeaway.
And I doubt I’ll find any sweet and sour chicken dishes here.
Caleb turns to me, “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” I lie. “Why do you ask?”
“Your mouth has dropped open wide.”
“This mouth is wide enough to fit something else, too,” I reply cheekily.
He kisses me, "And this mouth is far too splendid to resist."
The kiss is soft, and his blur gaze penetrating.
I need not to think filthy thoughts, and he's not helping. "Is there food? Think I've worked up quite an appetite."
He whispers, "Makes two of us, bad girl."
He spots the food area and bar and pulls me in its direction.