by Alexa Riley
When she’s finished with my shirt, I help her take it off, along with my undershirt. Looking down, I see her perfect creamy hands run along my chest, rubbing against my chest hair. There are some gray ones there, and it’s strange to see her young flawless fingers against my tanned skin.
She’s too good for me.
Looking into her eyes as I pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exposing her big breasts topped with hard nipples begging for my mouth.
I press on her shoulders and get her to lie back on the bed as I slip the dress off her along with her shoes. I take off my shoes and slacks as well, leaving me only in my underwear. As I look down at her thick curvy body, I see she’s only wearing a lacy teal thong, and the sight is hotter than anything I’ve ever seen in my life.
The material of my boxer briefs is being stretched beyond the laws of science, and my hard cock is nearly bursting to get out.
I crawl on the bed on top of her, feeling her warm naked skin against mine. “I’m going to leave my boxers on. I need to keep some kind of control, and this should put you at ease. Okay?”
She bites her lip and nods.
Giving her lips a gentle kiss, I move down a little to kiss the soft skin between her breasts. I lick her there, and she lets out a tender moan. Slowly I make my way to each one, kissing all around her nipples, nibbling on the soft flesh and holding them in my hands.
Her body moves under me, her need building. I move my mouth to her nipple, finally licking her there, biting down just slightly and hearing her sounds break through the silence.
Moving to her other nipple, I give it equal treatment, feeling her squirm with need as her fingers grip my hair.
“Antonio. Please.”
Looking up into her eyes, I smile at her. “Beg me, my sweet. I want your voice to ring in my ears.”
I move down her belly, kissing the softness there. I run my hands along her waist, my fingers rubbing her tender flesh. I love how every part of her is soft. As if I could sink into her curves and be molded against her. It’s what I desire most. To be so deeply embedded into her, that she can never leave me.
Moving down her body I kiss her hips, licking each of them before going to the waist of her panties. I run my lips along the edge there, licking just inside against her warm, sweet skin.
Her hips move up, trying to get me to do more, and I just smile against her. I put my mouth directly over her panty-covered pussy and look up into her eyes. “Beg me,” I whisper on her warmth, and I feel her shudder under me.
“I swear to God, the devil took lessons from you.” I can hear the laugh in her voice, but the need is greater. “Please, Antonio. I’m begging you.”
At her words, I pull her panties to the side, revealing her perfect pink lips, and lower my mouth to her naked pussy. Her sweet honey hits my mouth, and I can no longer hold myself back. I close my eyes and kiss her pussy like I would kiss her mouth, cumming inside my boxer briefs as I do so.
Thick spurts of cum shoot out my cock as my tongue sweeps across her clit, and her sweetness rubs on my face. Just the first taste of her young pussy and I cum all over myself. What will I do if I ever get inside her?
I feel her body move under me, and I reach up, holding her hips down to keep her from taking away the sweetest treat I’ve ever tasted. I lick down and, like I promised, fuck her tight hole with my tongue.
Rubbing her clit with my thumb and licking inside her is enough to send her over the edge. Her body’s wound so tightly that the slight touches are enough to have her back bowing off the bed as she screams my name.
Her sweet, sticky honey cum hits my tongue, and I lick it up, eating her orgasm like I’m a man on death row and it’s my last meal.
Once the last of her tremors have stopped and I feel her come back down on the bed, I move up her body, kissing every inch of her on my way up.
I get to her lips and she rubs her hands across my chest. I take her mouth in a kiss, and I feel her tongue sweep in, tasting herself on me.
“Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet pussy, let’s see how it is with champagne.”
7
Peaches
I run my finger down Antonio’s jaw, feeling the rough grit of a day-old shave. He’s got gray hair there, and a few wrinkles around his eyes, but he’s still incredibly gorgeous. His head tilts a little like he’s trying to lean into my touch. I had no idea a man could worship a woman's body like that. Nor did I know it was possible to cum that many times. Orgasm after orgasm seemed to blend together as the night went on. Everything was about me. Like he couldn’t get enough of me. At some point I finally passed out, coming to wrapped tightly in his arms.
Most of the men I’ve dealt with since I got to Vegas were more concerned about what I could do for them. Though I shouldn’t complain because I was doing the same thing with them. I just never let them get what they wanted from me. Antonio never tried to take me fully, and at one point I even begged a little for him to.
Begged. A man. I roll over and sit on the side of the bed completely naked. It had taken me thirty minutes to slowly untangle myself from his arms as I desperately tried not to wake him. It felt too good being wrapped in his arms. Unwanted feelings bombarded me, and I knew I couldn't allow myself to have them. The man was making me want something I couldn’t want.
I’ve learned there are two types of men in this world. Assholes and ones that can make you fall utterly in love with them, like my daddy did with my mama. I didn’t want either of those. Both just ended up hurting you.
I loved my mama, but I don’t want to be her. Even though I seemed to have picked up some of her along the way. Charming men came easy, and sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it.
Is that what I’d done with Antonio? Had I charmed him and now the novelty of me would soon wear off? The city boys eat up the accent at first, but like most things—even more so with rich ones—all that charm they love at first starts to not be so cute as it once was. I bite my lip. I don’t want what I’m already feeling for him to run any deeper. The things he’d said to me last night were—
I stop myself from recalling them. Men will say anything they can to get what they want, I remind myself. I’m so far gone he could piss on my leg and tell me it's raining. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. The senator was always sweet as sugar when mama was around, but as soon as she wasn’t, he didn’t have to fake it anymore. He only tolerated me to have her.
I think it would be worse if Antonio got what he wanted from me, then pushed me just as quickly out the door. Suffering the loss of my mama was about as much as I could take this year. Looking over my shoulder I take one last look at him before quickly pulling my eyes away. All I want to do is crawl back into that bed and find out if all he’d said was true. My heart tries to convince me it might be worth the hurt. But my head…
Quietly, I slip my dress back on and look for my thong, which is nowhere to be found. Giving up, I put on my shoes and grab my purse before making my way out of the penthouse. I keep my eyes down the whole time, not wanting more memories of this place than I already have. The ones I have are probably going to sweetly haunt me for years to come.
When the elevator finally arrives, it opens and Sam, the blonde from last night, is in it. A knowing half-smile plays on her lips. I don’t want to give anything away, that my heart is aching and that I’m undoubtedly doing the walk of shame. However, I’m sure she can see it all over me because I’m breaking one of my own rules: never go out in public without make-up. I give her my best smile, trying the ‘fake it until you make it’ approach.
“You waitin’ for me?” I have an eerie feeling she’s been looking for me.
“I might have had a feeling you’d end up sneaking out of Don’s penthouse. You’re a runner. That’s clear as day, no matter how well you think you hide it.” Her words don’t come out smug or like she’s got something on me. It’s more like she knows the feeling. Like she’s done some running of her own.
> “Got to leave them wanting more.” The saying might be true, but I don’t mean it in this case.
“Oh, I’m sure you left him wanting more, but you’ve got no plans on giving him that little more he’s going to chase you for.”
I look her in the eyes and study her for a moment. Last night she seemed a bit cold, but now I can see the softness in her eyes.
“You’re right. I’m running. A man like that,” I point towards the now closed elevator doors, remembering that I haven’t hit a button, “could break me. And I’ve had all the breaking I can take,” I finish before pushing the button to my floor. I want to get my bags and get the hell out of Dodge.
“You’re right. Don goes through women monthly. Wines and dines them, then sends them on their way all broken-hearted. The little lies he whispers in their ears aren’t true. He says he won’t let you go until he gets his fill of you, but you know how men are when they think something belongs to them. He’ll blackball you. There won’t be a casino in town that will let you in the doors.”
I squeeze my eyes closed at her words. Shit. He played me. Maybe that was my karma for the few men I played when I’d first gotten to Vegas. At least I didn’t fill their minds with lies or grace their bed.
“He’s a hard dog to keep on the porch.”
I snort.
“I was sure you were a Yankee, but you seem to have a little taste for the south,” I say around an empty laugh because that’s how I’m feeling. Empty. I have no idea where I’ll go when I leave Vegas or how long the money I have will last me.
“I like to have a taste for all things.”
The elevator opens, and I make my way out. “Do me a favor. Give me a head start before you tell him I’m gone.” I have no clue where this woman’s loyalties lie. She’s too hard to read, or maybe I’m just slipping. First Antonio and now her.
She doesn’t answer me, just follows me out.
“Thirty million dollars for thirty days of your time.”
I stop walking at her words and turn to look at her.
“To be a Mistress?” I ask, remembering Antonio’s words about her from last night. He talked about her with respect, but now I don’t know what was the truth and what wasn’t from him. Could I sell myself? Wasn’t that what my mother did? She might have married those men, but she only did it for their money.
“Thirty million dollars to be at the beck and call of one of the richest men in the world. Your contract will be the strictest, and you can help guide some of the rules. Some. Of course, you are to have sex with him. The money is more about the anonymity to these men, and the fact that you don’t ask them questions. You’re their Mistress, and they can come and go as they please.”
“I don’t think—”
She cuts me off before I can protest. “Only a few men will be at your Auction. I already have them in mind. I know you’re just their type. The bidding starts at thirty million. Who knows how high it will go.” She holds her hand up, knowing I’m about to chime in. “Think about it. Thirty days and you're set for life. That’s at least a million dollars a day. No more cons or counting cards. Free.”
“The men—”
“Vetted. I don’t make it easy for men to get into Auctions. They have to do more than pay. Never has one of my girls been hurt. I have a lot of powerful men in my pocket. Others know not to cross me, and hurting one of my girls is something that would never be tolerated.”
“Will he know I did the Auction? That someone bought me?” I don’t have to say his name. We both know who I’m talking about. Part of me wants to do this, to be free. Thirty days and I’m set. I could go anywhere and do anything I want. The other part, the part that hurts from the things Sam told me about Antonio, wants him to feel something, too. Pissed he didn’t get what he wanted. That he thought he could use me and toss me away.
“Yes. There isn’t much he doesn’t know in this town.”
“Good.” This time if someone is going to use me, I’m going to get what’s mine.
8
Don
“I want the footage of her leaving the hotel. Then I want you to track it. There are cameras all over this goddamn city. I don’t care how you get the footage, just do it. Call in favors for all I fucking care,” I growl before ending the call and dropping the phone onto my desk.
“Fucking stupid,” I chastise myself. I should have known. I got too close and scared her off. I should have had men posted outside, ready to follow her if she tried to slip out on me, but I’d been too caught up in her to think about that. I was also sure that if she tried to slip out of bed, I would have felt it. I guess the lack of sleep finally caught up to me. I had her in my arms as I drifted off to the best night of sleep in my life, only to wake up and realize the grave mistake I’d made.
Now I can’t even track her phone. The fucking thing is off and she hasn’t been in to try and get a new one. For all I know she’s long gone. Hopped on a bus or maybe caught a flight out of town. But I’ll find her. With as much money as I have, I can do anything. I’ll drain every cent I have to look for her.
She was more perfect than I ever could've thought possible. Having her in my hands as she melted for me… I thought I was obsessed before, but now I might possibly go insane if I don't find her. Before her, I thought I’d had everything I’d ever wanted. Worked my ass off to get where I was, and now I think I did it all for her.
I have everything I could ever need to make a life with her. I could devote all my time to being with her. Having a family of my own was something I didn't think I wanted. Now I can't get the image of that out of my head, and it could be slipping through my fingers with every second that ticks by.
I’ve done my time. All those twenty-hour days, shady deals, and rubbing elbows with people I couldn't stand got me to a place where I could wipe my hands of everything. I’d set people in place. The company should be able to function on its own, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter if it does or doesn't. How did this curvy little thing slip so deep inside me?
My eyes go to my office door as my assistant enters with a tight look on her face. Most likely because I’ve been yelling since I entered the offices.
“Not now,” I tell her, not caring about whatever it is she thinks I should be doing. I’d fire the woman for how often she steps over the line, but sometimes I think that’s why I pay her so well. She’s good at getting shit done. In fact, it drives her crazy if things are left unfinished or if something is slightly imperfect.
“I’m sorry, sir, but Samantha called, and she said it’s urgent.”
“Not now,” I repeat. I don’t want to know what that woman is up to after last night. Probably has a list of Mistresses she thinks I might be interested in after she saw my Georgia. Thinks she’s finally figured out my taste. She doesn’t know I only have a taste for one woman, a taste I wish was still in my mouth.
“I know, but she said you might say that. Then minutes ago this was delivered from her head of security.” Jen holds up a cellphone, and I immediately recognize the case. I’m out of my chair and in front of her, grabbing it from her hands, before she can blink.
She always ditches her phone, replacing it with the same model, but she continuously uses the pink case covered in jewels.
I waste no time powering it on and going through it, only to be disappointed. Everything is wiped from it.
Then it rings.
“Out,” I say to Jen, who exits quickly.
“Peaches.” I can hear the longing in my voice. I don't know why I think it’s her. She wouldn't be calling her own phone. Jealousy hits me at the thought that it might be another man.
“You sound like someone stole your puppy.”
The blood rushes to my ears at the sound of Sam’s voice. This could only mean one thing.
“I’m not a man you want to fuck with, Samantha. You’re a smart woman. Don’t tell me I got it wrong. I rarely do.” I can’t believe she’d be dumb enough to cross me. No one crosses me and gets
to stay in this town. Sam might be powerful, but I have a lot of secrets on people around here. I could make her life hell.
“Now is that any way to talk to someone who has the thing you hold dearest?” Her tone is scolding, almost like a mother speaking to a child.
I take a deep breath, holding back what I want to say. I want to tell Sam I’ll make sure she never works in this town again. I don’t fuck around when people fuck with things that belong to me, and Georgia most certainly belongs to me. She’s belonged to me from the moment I first saw her. Having that attitude is how I made a name for myself, but I also remember Sam is about the bottom line. Why start a battle over something that could easily be solved with money?
“Sold, Sam. Whatever the price you’re trying to get for her, I’ll double it.”
“Oh, Don, that was just a little too easy for my liking.” Sam’s tone sounds bored, like I took all the fun out of it for her. I bite back a growl. She thinks this is a game and that I’m not about to fucking explode.
“Sorry to rain on your fucked up parade.”
Sam laughs through the phone. “You forgot to tell me you owe me a favor.”
“Owe you a fucking favor? Sam, you’re one step from—”
“I’m going to cut you off right there because I don’t want you to say something you can’t take back. I saved your ass, Don. That girl was out the fucking door and would have been at the nearest train station if it wasn’t for me. I stopped her and got her. You’re fucking welcome.”
“I would have found her.” I half growl the words. “I’m not going to thank you for wanting to auction her off.”
“Why wouldn’t you? I just assured you have thirty days with her. If you can’t get her to stay after than then...” Her words trail off, and I can almost see that shrug thing she does when men annoy her or she can’t even be bothered with something.
“Is she okay?” I finally ask. I need to know. It’s driving me crazy, but if I know anything about Sam, she never lets anything happen to her girls. I grit my teeth at the thought that she’s now one of Sam’s girls.