Body Talk: An Ex-Navy SEAL Billionaire Romance

by Ashlee Price

  I remembered the call I’d told Kat not to answer, but I wasn’t going to give him any weapons against me.

  “So where have you been, and what’s going on, and are you okay? You look like hell.”

  “I can’t tell you everything, but not because it has anything to do with you. I just can’t talk about it. Your sister hadn’t gotten to the hospital yet when I left. She’s probably looking for me. And me? I’m banged up but improving, and I’ll be even better once I rest up at our new house.”

  “I don’t believe Tiff would have done that, Dag. She would have never hurt me like that.”

  “Call her. Tell her you’ve thrown me over and see what she says. Don’t tell her you’re sitting next to me.”

  I looked him in the eyes and pulled out my phone, tapping Tiff’s name.

  “Hello?” she answered.

  I almost choked on my spit. I hadn’t expected her to answer so quickly, and I didn’t have my thoughts together. “Tiff? I haven’t heard from you. I’ve been worried!”

  There was a pause on her end. “I’ve been busy.”

  “Tiff, tell me it isn’t true. I just got a call from Dagger and he broke it off with me. Said he’d changed his mind because I’m too much of a creampuff and he wants someone with more backbone in his life. Tiff, he said he’s been spending time with you!”

  Another pause. “Well, it’s true, Whit. I’m sorry for you. I thought he was planning to tell you after we’re married. I’ve been… ah… holed up in a room with him the last week, and we discussed it again just yesterday before I went home for a bit. That mansion of yours? Not going to happen. He said he could tell immediately you’d never be happy in a place like that. He said he was breaking up with you and invited me to live with him. We’ll plan our wedding. Do you want to be invited? I know it’s a sensitive issue for you.”

  I tapped the line, and my sister, dead.

  “Cabbie, put your pedal to the metal, will you?”

  ~The End for now~

  EPILOGUE

  Whitney

  I got on a plane for California that night. It landed in San Francisco, and I spent the rest of the week resting in a luxury hotel overlooking the bay.

  Resting and making love with Dagger.

  By day we ate lobster, crab legs and Oriental masterpieces while lounging by the pool, punctuated by intermittent dips in the water. We had a private, curtained cabana, and there Dagger, using only one arm, explored and made love to every crevice of my body. His yoga training came in handy as he performed balancing acts that would have been impossible for anyone else.

  “Whit?” he said as we lay side by side, spent from the exertion of my riding him like tight saddle on a thoroughbred.

  “Yes?”

  “Will you marry me?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s all you’re going to say? No squeals? No poetic expressions of love? Just a simple yes?”

  “It’s all you deserve.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If you’d asked me that night we ate at that restaurant by the lake, I would have done everything short of sucking you raw under the table. But you made me wait, put me through hell, made me lose faith.”

  “But you will marry me, right?”

  “Already said that.”

  He sighed. “Are you always going to be this crabby?”

  “Maybe. Depends.”

  “On what?”

  “I only want you for your money. I want a big house here, bigger than the one in Chicago. It has to overlook the ocean, and I get to decorate it and have a personal maid.”

  “A personal maid? Why? I’ll take care of your buttons.”

  “I know you will. So I need someone to sew them back on after you’ve torn them off.”

  “Ah,” he nodded. “Makes perfect sense.”

  “I thought you’d see it my way.”

  “So when do you want this house?”

  “How soon do you want to get sucked off beneath the table?”

  “What if I said I already bought you one?”

  “Without asking?”

  “I just asked.”

  “That’s right, you did. Okay, sit up and hand me that rubber band to hold my hair back.”

  “Deal.”

  ***

  Dagger and I were married the next week on a cliff overlooking the ocean at sunset. Kat flew out to be my maid of honor. My sister had disappeared.

  Mother and Dad also flew out. I thought it might be nice if they finally met the man who was taking me off their hands. Dad was quiet, but respectful. Mom just about drooled. Dagger had sent a Rolls Royce to pick them up from the airport.

  My new house was perfect. I couldn’t have picked out anything closer to what I’d always wanted. We decided to live in California permanently, but we would fly home in Dagger’s jet to spend Christmas in Chicago. Mom and Dad would join us. It seemed I would have my family Christmases after all.

  About six months after our wedding, I turned up pregnant. Timothy William Braun weighed in at seven pounds, six ounces, and his father swears he can see a SEAL in the making.

  Dagger opened a tuition-free sailing club for inner-city boys. He’s teaching them how to survive.

  I survived, but even more than that, I’ve flourished. My maid sews on buttons and Dagger spends our nights ripping them off. I call it a balance of power.

  ~The End~

  BODY TALK STEAMY DELETED SCENE

  Missing Chapter

  Coupling Night had arrived. Kat had been busy all day with phone calls from clients wanting to know if the event was still clothing-optional and if there were any limitations on how they interacted. To their amazement, she told them that once they entered the building, they could wear as much or little as they pleased and fuck all night if they wanted to. I saw her roll her eyes a few times as she hung up after those calls. I knew she could only picture old fat people rolling on top of one another. She lacked the empathy to realize what that could mean to those seniors. She told me one man had called and wanted to know what time he should take his Viagra. I heard her say, “How the fuck do I know? Call your doctor!” I had to have a word with her after that one.

  Aside from that, Dagger had outdone himself with the interior decorating. It was a Greco-Roman motif, and everyone would be provided with a satin robe edged in gold filigree braid. The pool area was the Coliseum, with a train of Tantra chairs banking the edge and a small set of viewing stands near the door. Members would be encouraged to rest in the stands and watch the others for new ideas and pure, old-fashioned voyeurism.

  Lilly pads holding lighted votive candles drifted across the surface of the pool, and he had somehow managed to project the image of scudding clouds across its bottom. It would feel like looking at the world upside down.

  Dagger had purchased a variety of floating mats and carefully cut openings in them where a man’s penis would dangle through or a pussy could be fingered from beneath. He knew these would be popular among those who were less athletic as the buoyancy would make up for the lack of strength. Music was invisibly piped into the area, and the sound of lutes and harps prevailed. Live actors were hired to still-pose, naked but covered with gold paint. They would be golden statues with tiny fountains emanating from their privates. Dagger was really proud of those, but I confess it just made me have to pee.

  The canopied roof of the area was rigged with tree branches from which birds sang and monkeys swung from limb to limb. Flamingos and peacocks grazed between the water’s edge and the Tantra chairs. There was no detail too small for him to have overlooked. It was truly a fantasy world set for fantasies to come true.

  I was wearing my nude-color leotard, as planned. Dagger, however, was fully naked and splendid in his own display of male genitalia. I could see the looks of envy from the women as they entered the arena, clutching their gold-edged robes around their most self-conscious spots.

  As each couple entered, the men were given a golden-wrapped box, tied wi
th a golden tassel. They were asked not to open the box until instructed to do so. They acquiesced, because the excitement in the air was so overwhelming that they all wanted to experience the event to the maximum.

  When the couples were positioned around the arena, Dagger took my hand and led me to the front. He raised both hands simultaneously and then clapped. The double doors opened, and in came four women, their naked bodies painted gold. They were bearing a litter on which sat a man. His body was also gold, except for his penis, which was close to the size of what I’d seen on horses and painted with concentric red and white circles. He stood proudly, holding it outward for everyone to see. Imagining it in my throat, I almost choked, and I know I blushed.

  As the litter left the room, Dagger instructed the men to open their individual gold boxes and remove the bottle of oil and the tool that looked like a long chopstick with a wooden ball on the end. He explained that they should oil the tool thoroughly and then carefully insert it into the vagina of their mate, marking how far it would go in until it hit the cervix. The men, already hard and wanting to begin, complied immediately, pulling their women’s pelvises toward them as they sat cross-legged on the floor. When each woman had been measured, Dagger told the men to compare the depth with the length of their own, erect penis. “For those who meet or exceed the depth, you will know how to perform, and for those who fall somewhat short of it, you will know how to adjust and to use different methods and locations to bring your woman to fulfillment. Those you learned in class.”

  I had to admit. Dagger was certainly turning me on. When he inserted the tool into me, we both knew that he well exceeded the depth, so he moved it around a bit and then rolled it over my clit through the cloth.

  “Dagger.”

  “Yes, sweetheart.”

  “I know we agreed, but please open me up. I want to feel you.”

  “Are you very sure? Because others will see.”

  “They aren’t looking at us, silly. They’re looking at what is right before their own eyes.”

  Dagger stood and returned a moment later, a golden dagger in his hand. With the expertise of a skilled tailor and the gentleness of a surgeon, he carefully slit the fabric of my leotard so as to open it down the center from my belly button to my anus. I cannot explain how erotic such a sight was for me.

  Dagger started the group with foot massages using oiled hands, and then the women lay face down in their mates’ laps, their mouths opened as they sucked them hard and erect. They then rubbed the men furiously with their oiled hands until they were ready to ejaculate. That’s when they drew back and opened their legs, each woman pulling her partner gently toward her and inserting his length inside herself. She then “walked” her hips forward and wrapped her legs around her man. This movement caused his balls to flatten against her labia lips. The intense stimulation had begun.

  Dagger was careful to time each session so that maximum stimulation was reached without climax. There was a moan of disappointment as he called for withdrawal.

  The golden boxes were opened again, and this time he had them remove another tool that was shaped like a penis on one end and a soft tube on the other. These were two-person vibrators to be inserted between the partners so that each got their genitalia stimulated. When Dagger parted my lips and inserted the toy, it felt foreign and I shook my head. “No, I want to feel you,” I pleaded. He nodded, lifted my legs until they were wrapped behind his neck, and entered me. The entire length of him could not fit, so he angled in from side to side, leaving every inch of my quivering internal flesh stimulated and ready to burst. I was close to letting go when a peacock came up beside us, spreading his tail feathers to create a magnificent fan of privacy. I raised my hips and met Dagger, making his back arch as his own climax arrived. We orgasmed at the same time, regretting when we had to break apart.

  My part in Coupling Night was over, but Dagger remained to walk the men through the inversion positions that would allow them to penetrate vertically. Later, he joined me in his apartment, where we repeated the same movements we’d enjoyed by the pool—except this time, I was completely naked.

  We finally emerged from his room near dawn, and the building was still filled with copulating seniors. I only hoped we’d still be in such good shape when we reached that age.

  Dagger read my mind and nodded. “We will,” he said.

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  The limo reached the hotel and I got out, looking around at the bright lights, the people on the street, each going their own way, intent on their own purpose. Some looked happy, others, well, let’s just say not so much. Vegas is, as history has shown, a town where fortunes have been made and lost with the single sweep of a one-armed bandit or the roll of a dice. I was careful to make sure there were no creases in my cream pants suit. It was, after all, a long time since I had seen my estranged step-brother. The last time was seven years ago. I was a sophomore in college, home for the holidays. I remember having just got home, and had sneaked a look into the kitchen, hoping for some of Abby, the cooks’ famous pastries, when I heard Godfrey, my stepfather, screaming at Drew, calling him names, fag and a gay bastard being the most prevalent. That was the last time I had seen Drew, the thump of the front door as he left seeming to be the end of that particular conversation, if that is what it could be called. Although it was the last time I had seen him, we kept in touch over the years, sending each other the occasional email, you know, Christmas and birthdays and such.

  And then I had met Andy. Beautiful, wife-beating, fucked up Andy, who had seemed to be the perfect choice of husband material; tall, rich, handsome, intelligent, in short, everything a woman could ask for…almost. His low self-esteem coupled with his insecurities which he would take out me seemed to be the highlight of his life – taking it out on me, that is, not the self-esteem and insecurity issues. Well, it is two years later and a divorce is pending. Not all the money in the world is enough to make me stay with him. I’ve had one cracked rib and one blue eye too many, especially since my natural eye color is brown. Anyway, to make a long story short, after leaving Andy, I went back to stay with Mom and Godfrey, received an invite from Drew to come visit, and here I am, standing on the sidewalk, in Las Vegas, taking some time off from work and looking forward to spending time in the desert with the stepbrother, the hotel magnate.

  I took a deep breath and walked up to the door, which was opened for me, and I was ushered in. There was no stopping at the concierge for me. Nope, I was ushered towards a private elevator, taken all the way up to the top floor, shown my bedroom, and left to my own devices, being told that Mr. Backstromb, that’s Drew and the stepdad’s surname, so by the way, and my mother’s as well, come to think of it, would be with me presently.

  I have to say it was a little bit of a let-down. I had dressed to the nines, even put on six inch heels, all in preparation of seeing my sexy step-brother, at least, that’s how I remember him, and the man was not even around. The anticipation had gotten me all hot and bothered, and truth be told, I was a little edgy.

  There was, however, one thing that tended to calm me down: sex. Luckily I had Fred with me; this being what I called my little fucking ridiculous electronic device, if you were wondering.

  Besides, Andy had been a terrible lay. Sex with Fred had always been much more satisfying, and he didn’t last five minutes, tops, and he didn’t only knew one position, missionary. Fred could fuck me any way I wanted. Hell, Fred lasted as long as I needed him to, and he satisfied me in all the ways I needed to be. Mostly. A little human contact and some dirty words would have been a nice addition, but they don’t get made that way. Just a thought to throw in here: this is my idea, and I am going to approach a company with it, so please, don’t go stealing it!

  Back to me and Fred. Seeing as I was a little hot under the collar round about this time, I decided to go do somet
hing about it. I got undressed and took a quick shower, took Fred out, lay on the bed, and set to work.

  And then, it happened.

  Let me explain. Fred was inside me, buzzing around merrily, working on my G-spot while my one hand was rubbing away at my clit, driving me towards a most successful conclusion. However, that is when the unthinkable happened. Just as my climax hit me, and let me add, I am vocal about it, my door burst open. There I lay, butt naked, my pussy exposed with Fred doing its thing inside me, my climax causing a squirt, and two startle-faced men were seeing the whole thing happen! I wished, at that moment, the earth would open and swallow me, literally! It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me.

  Could you possibly imagine how mortified I was?

  “Hi Mel,” Drew managed ever so calmly.

  “This is my friend Jace. He’s on leave for a while and visiting. A marine, might I add, and used to just about everything, although I have to say this must be a first. Finish up and come say hi when you’re done. Take your time, though. I can see you are busy.”

  I managed a weak “Hi, Jace, nice meeting you,” and a limp wave of my hand before the door closed between us, shutting out the two men. Fred, all but forgotten, was still buzzing away, the eternal pussy pleaser. Needless to say, I pulled him out and shut him off, hiding him away in the drawer of the nightstand. I was so busted! There was me, wanting to make a great first impression, but instead, I went and made one that was unforgettable! I wanted to cry, but, my mother didn’t raise a wimp, so I got up, cleaned myself up a little, patted on a little makeup, and got dressed in a demure little black frock and kitten heels before pulling a brush through my hair, which is auburn, so by the way. Alright, actually it is a non-descript brown, but my hairdresser is magic with color, so auburn it is!

  I took a deep breath, and opened the door.