When they were done Rachel went to look at herself again the bathroom mirror. She couldn’t get a full length version but the top was absolutely stunning. The dress was silky and hung on her thin frame as though it had been tailored to fit. The back was daring, cut just above the swell of her bottom. The front draped open daringly between her breasts while still managing to seem elegant.
“Wow!” Rachel exclaimed as she exited the bathroom. “This is gorgeous.”
Amber and Honey nodded. “Yes, it’s beautiful,” Honey exclaimed.
“Do I… uh… have to pay you?” Rachel asked awkwardly.
“Nope.” Amber shook her head. “We were paid in advance. I would suggest waiting to leave this room until after we’re gone. I think your man would probably appreciate catching the first glimpse of you when you’re alone.”
Rachel’s stomach did a strange little flip flop. She looked stunning. She actually couldn’t wait for Andre to see her. Even though there was nothing holding them together except that contract.
Amber and Honey waved goodbye as they wheeled out of Rachel’s room. She waited, sitting anxiously at the edge of the bed, afraid to move lest she wrinkle the gown or mess her hair or makeup. Finally she decided to check out her shoes.
She expected some ridiculous six inch heels that she wouldn’t be able to walk in but was pleasantly surprised to find a pair of flats. They were delicate slippers, black with sparkling little black and crystal beading.
Rachel slipped them on. They were just the right height for the dress. Any heel would have taken away from the way the dress cascaded to the floor. It was just right for her though she wasn’t a tall woman. How could Andre have found something like this so quickly? Had he chosen it himself or did he have a personal shopper?
Right at seven, Rachel exited her room. She didn’t know where Andre was but she figured she could wait in the living room. She picked her way carefully down the stairs, lifting the hem of the dress so she wouldn’t step on it.
Andre was waiting in the living room. He appeared to have been pacing but when he heard her approach, he whipped around.
Rachel didn’t miss the spark in his eyes nor the expression on his face. Raw hunger settled over his features. He was wearing a black tuxedo complete with black shiny shoes and a black dress shirt underneath. His tie was red. Everything was crisp and straight and made Andre look devastatingly handsome. His hair was slicked back as normal and he had freshly shaved. His blue eyes sparkled. He was even more alluring for the fact that he had applied some kind of cologne and the fresh, crisp scent filled Rachel’s nose.
“Rachel,” he said huskily. “You look lovely.”
“Yes. Thanks to you. Everything is perfect. And you… uh… look very nice as well,” Rachel stammered.
Andre smiled as though he knew her body had suddenly grown uncomfortably warm. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the evening so far. Really it’s only just begun.”
Rachel’s stomach dropped out as the realized that Andre wasn’t talking about the opera. No, he had something else planned for her. Something that probably involved a whole lot of that gorgeous gown in a wrinkled heap on the floor.
“Should we go then?” Rachel asked, mouth bone dry.
“Yes. We can take my car tonight.”
The car turned out to be some sporty looking monstrosity that Rachel had no idea the name of. She looked for badging but there was nothing. It was cherry red and looked like a spaceship.
Andre opened the door for her, shutting it carefully after she had folded her dress inside. She glanced behind her, only to find there was no backseat.
Rachel thought for sure they were going to die before they reached the opera. Andre drove the car like it was meant to be driven, the engine roaring and the tires screeching. At every single turn. Rachel clutched the door panel and held on for dear life. She squeezed her eyes shut most of the time.
It was a tremendous relief to reach the opera house in one piece. Andre helped Rachel from the car then handed the keys to the valet.
She wanted to look up and take in the gorgeous views of the ancient building but Andre ushered her inside just as she was craning her neck up.
The interior of the building was impressive. It was done in rich golds and reds. The drapes hung down, a cascade of deep, rich velvet. The walls were wallpapered with a beautiful creamy, swirling pattern. Gilded frames boasted oil paintings of people in all different scenes. Some in fields, others indoors.
Rachel could have stared at the paintings and the rich furnishings all night but Andre hurried her up the stairs and into a private balcony. They were high above the main floor and the balcony was only waist high. Rachel felt a little bit afraid looking down on the rows and rows of seats.
The front stage was massive and gilded with gold and red velvet trimmings also. She focused her attention there instead of looking down below them.
“It should start in fifteen minutes,” Andre whispered, noting the people milling around below.
“Fifteen minutes! That was cutting it close!”
“Yes but you see the real fun starts after the show. I didn’t want you to get bored or restless while we waited.”
Rachel thought about that. The real fun starts after the show. Did that mean after the opera was over or during it? What on earth did Andre have planned?
Chapter 11
Rachel McMaster clearly had no idea what her presence was doing to Andre. His nerves were firing on all cylinders, his body constantly on edge. She was so damn beautiful and alluring sitting there, her hair done up around her head, coiled neatly, little tendrils trailing down the back of her neck. The makeup only highlighted her flawless features, her long lashes, her delicate bone structure and her full lips.
The dress showed off her figure to perfection. He’d picked it out before he left and had it altered in the days he was away to fit her height. The shop had done an excellent job. For three thousand dollars they should have.
The sides of Rachel’s breasts were exposed by the dress when she leaned forward, teasing and tantalizing Andre. He thought for a moment that this night was a mistake. He had wanted to rip that dress off Rachel and take her in every way imaginable since he’d first seen her in it.
The lights dimmed and mercifully the opera started. Excitement hummed through Andre’s body. He waited for the opera to begin and people to settle in. The dark completely hid their box, the shadows masking any movement he made.
When Andre could take it no longer, he reached out and placed a hand on Rachel’s knee. The soft silk of her dress slid like water under his fingertips. She started a little and turned to stare at him. Her lips parted ever so slightly and Andre’s heart rate sped up a thousand beats.
Andre kept his head straight, facing the front. All the while his hand continued to move up Rachel’s leg. She remained stiff but didn’t make a move to pull away. He continued his onslaught, heard the quick intake of her breath as he stroked the inside of her thigh. His only regret was that the dress was still between them, a silk barrier against his touch.
Rachel gasped, a gentle, musical sound, when Andre’s fingers came to rest firmly against the juncture of her thighs. He felt her heat right through the dress. He moved his hand, massaging her through the fine silk. The realization she wasn’t wearing panties sent Andre spiralling out of control.
He finally turned and watched Rachel’s face. Her eyes were closed, her legs parted just enough to let his hand work its magic. It was no hard feat to find her clit through the silk and he circled it gently. Rachel’s head tipped back, her lips parting slightly, that gorgeous pink tongue of hers slipping through to moisten them.
The image of that mouth on his cock made Andre pulse hard. He thought coming to this opera would be a good place to start to tantalize Rachel, to make her crazy with wanting him. Instead it was the other way around. His cock punched against his pants, aching with every stroke of his fingers on Rachel’s heat.
A tremor ran through Rachel�
��s body and Andre realized she’d had enough. She was dangerously close the brink after only a few gentle circles of his finger. He was going to enjoy this. It was going to be an immensely satisfying experience introducing Rachel to the art of pleasure.
Leaning over, Andre moved his hand up the dress, up over Rachel’s round breast. Her nipple hardened instantly under his touch and she moaned slightly, the sound inaudible to everyone but him. The music rose up around them, a crescendo of instruments and Andre leaned into Rachel. The scent of her skin rose up to meet him. He parted his mouth and tasted her neck in the soft crook below her ear. God she was delicious. Like the sweetest, heady wine.
Andre licked at her neck, nipping, suckling, teasing. She leaned into him making the sweetest little sounds, just for his ears. His hand moved from her breast over to the other. He teased that nipple too until it was hard under his fingers. Rachel leaned into him, obviously enjoying what he was doing to her no matter how he suspected she might wish it were otherwise.
Finally he brought his hand up to her face, turning it just enough that he could lean in and taste her full, red lips. Andre was gentle at first, his mouth tasting, savoring her but when her lips parted for him the sweet honey that was all her own drove Andre wild. His tongue darted into her mouth, finding hers and stroking it. She arched into him, pressing her breasts into his chest. His hand stroked the back of her neck and the side of her face, steadying her.
He wanted to make her shatter. Here. In this place full of people that had no idea what they were doing. It excited Andre in a way he had never thought possible.
His hand trailed down Rachel’s body, skimming her breasts, over the flat planes of her stomach, down lower to the juncture of her thighs, which were still parted. He swept his hand lower, pulling up the dress, scrunching and balling it in his fingers until he found the hem.
Rachel moaned into his mouth and Andre continued the onslaught of his kiss, not letting up. His tongue danced with hers. For someone who was as innocent to pleasure as Andre suspected, Rachel responded surprisingly well. She was a good kisser and a fast learner. Andre liked that very much.
His hand ran over the bare flesh of her leg, the silk now on top of his fingers. The feel of her creamy skin, so very soft and smooth, softer even than the silk of the dress, had Andre’s own member pulsing with excitement. He was so damn hard he was surprised he didn’t drill a hole through his own pants.
Rachel gasped, the sound stolen by Andre’s kiss as his fingers found her clit again. She was dripping wet for him, her own juices lubricating his movements. He teased her, flicking her clit, circling it gently before moving his hand away to explore every inch of her.
Rachel’s thighs parted even further, opening to let him touch her. She kissed him furiously, pouring all of her passion into the kiss, not daring to break it for fear she would cry out and they would be noticed.
Andre wondered what it would be like to taste her. God he wanted to bury his tongue inside her body and lap at her nectar. But not here. This was torture. He had designed this to be torturous for Rachel but it was having the exact opposite effect. She looked like a woman on the verge of being completely and utterly sated while his own body ached with pent up desire and raw sexual hunger.
Rachel trembled under Andre’s hand, her body arching into him, pressing into his touch. He continued circling Rachel, plying her with the gentle touch of his hand until she came apart. Her body shook violently. She cried out, the sound smothered against his lips. Her clit pulsed under his fingers and she grew even wetter under his touch.
Andre waited for a few moments before he moved his hand away and smoothed the dress back in place. He broke the kiss, leaving Rachel panting. He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “that was just the start Rachel. I promise that was only a small taste of the pleasure that I am going to give you.”
She kept her face forward but a tiny gasp escaped her lips. If only she knew that it wouldn’t be this night. No, Andre was going to make her wait for it. When he finally took her, she was going to beg him. She was going to want every single inch of him. Her desire for him would be greater than his. This night, he knew that she didn’t even come close.
Chapter 12
It turned out Andre’s surprises were far from over. The next day he demanded Rachel pack an overnight bag, telling her little except that they were going to the lake.
She was delighted to find that by a lake Andre actually meant a private little pond surrounded by huge trees and lush foliage, a charming little log cabin set back from the shores of the little pond.
“What is this place?” Rachel asked, marvelling at the scenery from the cabin’s kitchen window. The tiny building surprisingly had two small rooms, a bathroom complete with a tub, toilet and sink, a couch and table in the living room and a tiny kitchen. The home was rustic; the logs fully round even on the inside and decorated with charming quilts and rag rugs.
“My friend owns it,” Andre replied, coming out of his bedroom. Rachel whipped around, mouth falling open. How could he have changed so quickly? He wore his swim trunks, reading to soak up the beautiful California sunshine.
“It must have cost a fortune… to basically buy your own lake.”
Andre shrugged. His chest rippled with the effect. His shoulders were broad and heavily muscled. His chest was just as huge and tapered off to a narrow waist. The shorts ended just below the knee, revealing equally powerful legs. Rachel’s mouth went dry. She could still feel Andre touching her the night before at the opera. It had been completely scandalous and illicit, what he had done. He had brought her to climax in the midst of hundreds of people and no one was the wiser.
Rachel tried hard not to wonder what it would be like lying under that magnificent body. Or riding on top of it. Or having Andre take her from behind. She could have groaned in frustration at her complete inability to focus on anything else.
“Shall we go for a swim then?”
“Yes. Go ahead. I’ll get changed and come out.”
Andre didn’t have to be told twice. He pushed out the cabin and walked down to the sandy beach that took up one side of the tiny lake. It was obviously been artificially created-the beach and probably the lake as well but it was quaint and had a serene beauty Rachel had never experienced anywhere.
Her backpack was sitting on the twin size bed in her room. Only a thin wood wall separated the two rooms. How was she supposed to sleep knowing Andre was so close? The night before had been agony. She had lain awake for hours just thinking about what he had done to her at the opera.
The swimsuit Rachel ordered, on Andre’s command, turned out to have been worth every penny of the two hundred dollars he paid for it. It was a bikini, a terribly expensive one, but she liked it. He hadn’t given her a budget and for the first time in her life she’d purchased what she truly wanted. It was a dark purple, covered in sparkly black rhinestones. The top pushed her breasts up into two round orbs and the bottoms covered everything-barely.
Andre was swimming when Rachel got down to the beach. Swift, sure strokes that took him quickly across the lake. He paused at the other side before swimming back.
“Are there leaches?” Rachel asked with trepidation. She tested the water with her big toe and found it surprisingly cold.
“No,” Andre scoffed. His eyes widened when he saw her in the bikini and he did a double take. His eyes raked up and down Rachel’s body before settling on her breasts. His face suffused with appreciation.
“It’s cold,” Rachel protested.
“It might be. But it’s hot out. Jump in and you’ll warm up swimming. It’s really not so bad.” As if to illustrate his point, Andre dove down below the water’s cool surface.
Rachel waded in up to her waist. She was shivering, goosebumps forming on her belly, arms and legs. She counted to ten and finally just plunged in the rest of the way. She came up coughing and sputtering, screaming.
“It’s not so bad,” Andre laughed. He swam over to Rachel and pu
lled her up against him. The warmth of his body was welcome and she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. It took her a moment to realize what a compromising position she’d put herself in. She tried to pull away but Andre held her fast. “I rather like this version of swimming. I could do this all day.”
Rachel didn’t know what to say. She glanced over Andre’s shoulder at the swaying trees around them. Her shoulders stuck up above the water and the wind chilled them. Her wet hair didn’t help.
“This place is really beautiful,” Rachel whispered.
“I’ve seen better,” Andre responded. Rachel glanced at him and was shocked to realize that he was talking about her.
“Andre…” Rachel protested but her words died on her tongue when Andre kissed her. His lips were on hers, crushing hers. She had no choice but to part her mouth for him. He tasted incredible, like pure, raw masculinity.
Her whole body responded to the passionate kiss. She felt a buzzing just below the surface, as though their joining sparked a thousand volts of electricity. Rachel didn’t want it to be like the night before. It had been amazing but Andre had been so clearly in control. She wanted to taste him, to touch him, to drive him to the same brink that he had taken her.
She knew her urges were incredibly wonton. She had never before pleasured a man but Andre’s touch the night before showed her how magical it could be. Almost overnight her fears had vanished and in their place a wild abandon settled over her.
Slowly untangling her legs from his waist, Rachel let herself float down, her feet sinking into the muddy bottom of the lake. She tried not to mind that so much. Instead of focusing on the sucking mud she leaned into Andre, gently kissing the skin of his shoulder. She moved her lips over his chest, kissing and tasting until she found his nipple. She took it into her mouth, nipping him gently with her teeth. He moaned gently and the sound was a pure aphrodisiac to Rachel.
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