What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 6)

by London Casey

  “As per the rules of the trust, my heir will inherit the money in the event of my death or mental incapacitation.”

  “How much is it?”

  “With the land holdings, real estate, stock, cash… a little over one billion dollars. Give or take.”

  Selene felt her mouth go dry: one billion dollars. She couldn’t even conceive of being debt free, let alone having enough money to support her family for generations.

  Suddenly, her reservations about the situation expired. Whatever curve balls he threw at her, she knew her child would have the best education and never want for anything. She was willing to endure it for her child’s future.

  “Give or take…” she said and laughed.

  The phrase seemed absurd. Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he examined her. Then a cautious smile spread across his face. “Yes I suppose it is funny. The bottom line is this: this can work, we will make it work – together.”

  Selene nodded her head; she still felt mild shock over the night’s revelations. “I never want to meet her.” Ethan looked at her quizzically. “Your wife. She won’t be a part of my life or the babies. Non-negotiable.”

  Ethan swallowed hard. He had been through a lot with his wife, more than he was willing to discuss with Selene. He still felt loyalty to her and if he was being totally honest with himself, he felt guilt. He had once loved her more than life itself, but now… he couldn’t allow himself to think about it. Instead, he sighed and nodded his head, unable or unwilling to say yes to Selene’s demand.

  “Let’s draw up the contract.”

  With the contract signed, she left the house in a fog. Before stepping into the cab she turned to face the mansion. It loomed in front of her; it was a means of escape from her old life, but what secrets lurked within its walls?

  In an upper window a curtain fluttered. Had someone been standing there? A shiver went through Selene’s body when she thought of Ethan’s wife: the phantom lurking the halls. She quickly stepped into the cab and had the driver take her home.

  When she woke the next morning the first thing Selene did was check her account. The ten million had been transferred to her checking, just as Ethan had promised.

  Subconsciously, she ran her hand over her stomach. They had only been together once, but she already wondered if she was pregnant.

  The thought of a baby sent a wave of excitement through her. In truth, she hadn’t thought much about children, but now she couldn’t wait to have one.

  A second thought added to her pleasure: she could quit her job. She picked up her phone, called her boss, and told him everything she’d bottled up inside for years, then quit. Purged of her anger, she promptly paid off all her bills. Afterwards she went to her favorite gourmet chocolate shop and bought half the store.

  Back at home, while riding on a sugar high, she suddenly remembered she had agreed to meet Ethan tonight.

  It was too early to tell if she was pregnant and they were under a deadline: she had to get pregnant within the next few months, that way the baby would be born before Ethan’s thirty-fifth birthday. Tonight was the night they began officially trying to pregnant.

  Selene insisted they meet at a hotel. In her mind, Ethan’s wife had become a ghost. The idea of trying to have sex with Ethan while she roamed the halls, made her nervous.

  In fact, it made her more than nervous, she found it disturbing.

  Her relationship with Ethan may be strictly business, but he was good in bed and Selene planned on thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.

  Still, something about Ethan bothered her. She was sure he wasn’t telling her the whole truth. Vainly, she hoped there wasn’t anything more sinister lurking behind his blue eyes.

  The hotel was in the same part of town as the boutique she’d bought her dress from was located. In other words, it was extremely wealthy.

  Selene entered the lobby to the sight of women in expensive dresses, dripping with jewelry.

  Selene was still in denial about her pay day. She now had as much money as these people and someday her child would have even more. The idea made her dizzy.

  She rushed to the elevator. Inside, she inserted a special key above the panel of buttons and turned it. The key, sent to her house earlier, gave her access to the penthouse.

  The doors of the elevator closed and she was left staring at herself. The doors were a shiny gold reflective surface that showed her image as well as a mirror.

  She surveyed her appearance: a black dress, panty hose, and black boots. Realizing she would look derelict next to the ladies in the lobby, self-consciousness began to creep into the back of her mind. Would Ethan think she looked pretty? Sexy?

  She turned to check her backside in the doors. After appraising her round firm ass and full, natural breasts she decided that the way she was dressed wouldn’t matter: they would be naked soon enough. Selene was confident Ethan would be pleased.

  The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse. It took up the entire top floor of the hotel.

  Selene stepped into a large open space. The style of the room was modern, sparse and sleek. It didn’t appeal to Selene’s taste.

  Her boots thudded across the hardwood floor, echoing through the empty room. Where is Ethan she wondered.

  One wall of the living room was solid glass window. She pressed her face to the glass and looked down below. She could barely make out the people walking along the street.

  The city stretched out around her. The lights shined dimly as the sun was just setting. Not for the last time, she wondered how she got to this place.

  Suddenly, Ethan was behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight. The smell of his cologne hung in the air around them. It had a clean aroma like the way a man smells when he steps out of the shower.

  Ethan ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her face. He kissed her neck and ran his hands over her breasts.

  “I was worried you wouldn’t come tonight,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I made a promise. I keep my word,” she hadn’t meant for the words to come out sounding bitter, but she couldn’t help herself; she still wasn’t entirely over his deception.

  Ethan stood still behind her, his hands resting on her breasts.

  “Besides,” she continued, “you are a good fuck.”

  If her previous comment made him uncomfortable, the latter washed away his insecurities. He laughed, then continued kneading her breasts.

  “Shall we go to the bedroom?” he asked.

  “No, let’s stay here.”

  There was something about the way the city looked at sunset, it made Selene feel calm and peaceful.

  “Fuck me here,” she commanded.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Selene put her hands against the glass. Ethan lifted her dress, bunching it up around her hips.

  He got down on his knees and wrapped his fingers around the bikini straps of her underwear. They slid off her easily. She stepped out of them and waited for Ethan’s next move.

  He ran his hands over her legs, tracing the lines on her thigh-high stockings. Selene tried to stand still as shivers shot through her body.

  Ethan kissed her thigh, then bit the stocking, ripping it with his teeth. Taking the torn ends in hands he pulled hard, ripping the hose all the way down her leg. The tearing sound cut through the silent room.

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ethan take the stocking and set it aside. What was he planning, she wondered.

  She began to grow excited. Ethan stood up and unzipped her dress. He pulled her dress off and discarded it.

  He removed his shirt, pants and underwear, letting them fall around his feet.

  She felt his cock rub against her ass: he was already hard.

  The thought of him waiting to fuck her, his cock hard and ready, made her wet. It also filled her with frustration. Just do it, she wanted to scream, fuck me.

  Her breath fogged the glass in front of her. Impatiently, she drum
med her fingers along its surface.

  Sensing her anger, Ethan smiled. It aroused him to know how much she craved his cock.

  Without further adieu, he grabbed her hips, angling her ass out to him. He positioned himself behind her then drove his cock deep inside her.

  A moan hissed out of Selene’s mouth.

  Ethan pierced her mercilessly over and over.

  The force pressed her into the glass, her breasts smashed flat against the cold surface. Idly, she wondered if anyone could see them. There were tall buildings all around, a few with lights on.

  Selene straightened up. A small smile played at the edges of her mouth as she cried out in pleasure. She wanted to put on a good show for anyone watching.

  Encouraged by her cries, Ethan fucked her harder. Selene reached behind her and placed her hand on Ethan’s ass. She squeezed it hard and pulled it towards her, urging him to go faster.

  Thoughts of the previous days disappointments, deceptions and revelations clouded her mind.

  As his cock drove inside her she pushed against him; her need to exorcise the bad blood between them was as strong as her carnal desire.

  “Don’t stop,” she groaned.

  He held out a moment longer. It was torture for him, but he wanted to please her.

  After coming he pulled out slowly and kissed her neck. To feel tenderness after such a thorough, rough fuck was oddly jarring, but not displeasing.

  Selene turned away from the cityscape. It had grown dark. The special period of twilight was gone.

  She faced Ethan for the first time that night. His hair was wild and his face flushed. He was still breathing hard, nearly exhausted from the exertion and force of his orgasm.

  Every time he breathed the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexed and tensed as if they were trying to contain some wild creature.

  She wanted to touch him to run her hands over his warm flesh. She resisted the impulse; it felt too intimate. She knew she had to keep her personal feelings out of their arrangement, but it was hard.

  One look in his eyes and she was drawn to him. She wanted to lay in his arms, to make a real life with him, to be a family.

  Selene closed her eyes and walked to the couch. Ethan followed her like a lost puppy. She sat with her head in her hands. Ethan kneeled in front of her.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

  Selene took a breath and looked at him; her expression turned to ice. “Not a thing,” she replied. The last thing she wanted was to show weakness in front of him, for him to realize what a hopeless case she was. She had strong feelings for Ethan, feelings she didn’t fully understand yet. Nor did she understand what their consequences would be on her life.

  She straightened up. Appraising his body, she subconsciously bit her bottom lip. His body was like a Greek statue carved from marble.

  “You’re not done for the night are you? I’m not finished yet,” Selene said.

  Ethan put out his hands in a provocative gesture. “I’m game if you’re game babe.”

  Selene suppressed a laugh and stood. “Good. Let’s go to the bedroom this time.” Looking around at the sprawling penthouse she added, “Where is the bedroom?”

  “This way.”

  Before heading to the bedroom Ethan picked up her torn stocking.

  “Here,” Selene said taking off the one still on her leg, “you can keep ‘em.”

  She tossed it to him, but before he could catch it, it hit him in the face. He wadded the pantyhose into a ball and smelled them. Breathing in deeply, he raised his eyebrow to her and said, “You smell nice.”

  “Lead me to the bedroom,” she said unable to suppress her laughter. She turned to him and couldn’t help adding, “If your ready.”

  “Is that a challenge?” he asked playfully.

  Selene shrugged her shoulders.

  Ethan smiled. It made the room light up. Selene had a sinking feeling in her gut; she would not be able to keep this relationship professional for long.

  The center piece of the bedroom was a four post bed. Ethan walked over and pulled the covers and pillows off on to the floor, leaving behind only the white sheets. He patted the middle of the bed inviting her to climb on. Selene crawled across the bed on all fours to where Ethan was standing and pouted.

  “Where do you want me?” she asked.

  Ethan unfurled the crushed stockings in his fist. “Lay face down.”

  Selene stretched out across the bed. Ethan took her hands and looped the stocking around her wrists. He then attached the loose end to the bedpost.

  He folded the second stocking over on itself and wrapped it around her eyes. The blindfold didn’t totally obscure her view, instead it turned the world around her into a series of shadows and amorphous blobs.

  Ethan knew how aroused she was by the anticipation of the unknown. He rightly guessed she would enjoy this game.

  In truth, she was a little disappointed she couldn’t see Ethan’s body anymore, but she was incredibly turned on by her expectations of what was to come.

  She felt herself grow wet again. Selene squirmed on the bed. Ethan spanked her.

  “Stay still,” he commanded.

  Selene bit her lip. She was barely able to contain her excitement.

  Ethan ran his hand over her ass soothingly.

  Selene arched her back propping her ass out, encouraging him to spank her again.

  With her hands bound, she didn’t have much room to move. She wanted desperately to see what Ethan was doing behind her while simultaneously, and contrarily, feeling aroused by not knowing.

  The moment lingered on. Selene knew he was waiting on purpose. It was torture for her, but when his hand came down firm and hard on her ass, the wait only made the sting sweeter.

  She cried out.

  Ethan brought his hand down on her again.

  Selene wrapped her hands around the stocking, twisting it until the circulation to her fingers was cut off.

  She whimpered as she gasped for air. Ethan hesitated.

  “Don’t stop,” she ordered.

  She felt Ethan’s soft lips on her lower back. He kissed her sweetly, then commenced with spanking.

  By the time he was done, Selene was too weak to support her body. She laid flat on her stomach exhausted from the force of his blows and the release of achieving orgasm. Her orgasm had been deep and gratifying on an entirely different level from the one experienced during conventional sex.

  Smiling, she buried her face in the clean sheets.

  Suddenly Ethan was behind her. She laughed to herself: she had forgotten about him.

  Concerned that he had hurt her, he surveyed her ass: it was red and small welts were forming over its formerly smooth white surface.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, “was I too hard?”

  Selene raised her head and let out a hearty laugh. “You think you’re too much for me?” she asked, an implicit challenge in her voice.

  Ethan shook his head. “I’m beginning to think the opposite,” he said under his breath.

  “You’re not finished already are you?” she asked.

  Ethan stroked his cock. It sprung to life hard in his large hand. He positioned himself behind Selene.

  She rested her head on the bed. She was eager to feel his cock inside her, but she felt spent.

  When he penetrated her, he moved slowly. He wanted to temper the roughness, to create something sweet and forgiving between them.

  His cock glided in and out of her with special care. His movements were controlled and gentle.

  Unexpectedly, shudders raced through Selene’s body. She never would have believed she was capable of multiple orgasms, but since meeting Ethan almost anything seemed possible: for better or worse.

  This orgasm was smaller, more subdued. The feeling was pleasant like a warm drink on cold night; it felt comforting.

  Selene relaxed her body, letting Ethan do as he pleased. His pleasure was in pleasing her.

  He continued his rhythmi
c thrusts, always conscious of her level of enjoyment. Selene sensed this intuition he had for her needs. Emotions she tried to repress found there way to the surface. She wanted to cry, but she refused to let herself. Instead, she concentrated on her bodies’ physical responses. It felt amazing to clear her mind of her concerns.

  After Ethan came, he quietly untied her and removed her blindfold. She was met with concerned expectant eyes.

  She moved to the side as he laid down on his stomach beside her. His arms folded under his head he watched her closely as if he was trying to divine her thoughts.

  A mark on his upper back caught her attention. She moved closer; it was a tattoo. A red and black geometric shape that spiraled around and twisted in on itself. It looked familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

  “What’s this?” she asked running her finger over the marking.

  Ethan turned over on to his back. “It’s a long story.”

  Selene paused. Something about Ethan’s finances had been bothering her. “If all of your parents money went into a trust, then where did you get the money to start your company?”

  Ethan’s eyes darted across the ceiling as if the answer was written there. “Investors. I traded on the family name.”

  It all seemed suspicious to her, she could tell he was holding back. Suddenly, she remembered where she had seen the symbol tattooed on his back. It hit her all at once: Belle Amie. Panic overtook her, she needed to get away from Ethan right away.

  Chapter Three

  Slipping away from Ethan the night before hadn’t been easy. Selene knew her hasty exit left him suspicious, but putting her fears to rest took precedent over Ethan’s misgivings. If he was some how connected with Belle Amie she needed to know.

  Standing outside of the Belle Amie office building, Selene was struck by how ordinary it looked. It’s bland brick façade gave no indication of the services its employees provided.

  Selene checked the address again.

  After a quick phone call to an acquaintance and a lot of fake crying about her money woes, she had convinced her she was interested in becoming a, “Belle.” Her contact gave her the address of the service and arranged an interview.