Unpredictable

by Shantel Tessier

  “You’re joking, right? I’m picking you up. Be ready by seven.”

  “Okay.”

  I hang up and turn to walk back into my father’s room. I sit down and place my head in my hands. What have I allowed myself to do? Fall for him? A man who is only gonna leave me alone and heartbroken. All I know is that our ride isn’t over yet.

  *****

  “I’m coming,” I yell as I try to put my earring through my ear. Once I accomplish that, I head for the door as I put the back on.

  I open the door to see Parker standing there with a black tux on. It doesn’t matter what the man wears—a uniform, a tux, or just Superman boxers—he looks mouthwatering good.

  “You look amazing,” he says as his eyes look me up and down.

  I place my arms out to my side and do a little twirl for him. “You like it?” I ask nervously. I spent three hours shopping for the right dress for tonight. How often are you asked to attend a party for the mayor, when you just so happen to be fucking his son? Not often.

  I chose a dark gray strapless dress. My hair is up in a sock bun in order to show off the dress, and I’m wearing a simple black choker to finish it off.

  “I love it,” he says entering my house. He reaches out and places his hand on the back of my neck. He pulls me to him and softly kisses my lips. I open for him allowing him to go deeper. He doesn’t hesitate as his other hand lands on my ass. My tongue works with his, and I let out a moan when I feel him harden against my stomach.

  He pulls away, shaking his head. “No.” He wipes my kiss off his lips. “We can’t be getting into that right now, but I do have a surprise that you will like.”

  “Surprises? I hate surprises,” I inform him, and he laughs it off.

  “You’ll like this one.” He places his hands in his pants pockets. “Are you wearing panties?”

  “Uh. Yeah,” I say slowly. “What does that…?”

  “Good.” He smiles. “Lift up your dress,” he orders.

  “Why?” I thought we didn’t have time for sex?

  “Lift it up.” He orders again, and I narrow my eyes at him, wanting an answer. “Katherine? Lift it up. I promise you’ll like it.”

  I sigh heavily but grab the bottom of my dress and lift it up to my stomach, revealing my panties. This is awkward.

  He pulls his hands out of his pocket and in his left hand is a black looking bullet with a chrome trim around the top. He then reaches for my panties, but I take a step back. “What is that?”

  “Don’t you trust me?” he asks with a smirk

  “No,” I say truthfully.

  He straightens and holds it up in front of me. “This party is going to be boring as hell. I wanna spice it up a little for you. Keep you entertained.”

  “And how is that—” I point to the black bullet he’s holding up, “going to keep me entertained?” I ask.

  “Just let me show you. Please?” His voice is so sweet and the smile on his face is infectious. I smile back and nod. How bad can it be?

  He reaches back down and pulls my panties back. “Perfect,” he says excitedly. “See this little opening in the fabric?”

  I look down to see the opening he’s talking about in my underwear. “Almost every pair of women’s panties has this opening.”

  “How often do you wear women’s panties?” I ask with a laugh.

  “Only on days that end in a y,” he says making me laugh harder. “No, really. The lady at the store told me about it.” He slips the little black bullet into the hole and then puts my panties back in place. He then takes my dress out of my hands and places it back where it belongs. “The vibrator came with its own thong, but they weren’t attractive. So I was hoping you wore a pair that had it.” He smiles.

  “Oh,” I say thinking over what he said. “Did you say vibrator?” I ask in shock. I go to pull my dress up, but he grabs my arms stopping me.

  “Oh, no. Leave it, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips.

  “Parker,” I whine. “I can’t have a vibrator in my panties while I’m around your parents.” Is he crazy?

  “You can and you will,” he says matter-of-factly.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I rub my legs together. Hmm. “I can barely feel it.” Maybe it won’t be that bad.

  He chuckles as he kisses my cheek. “Come on. It’s time to go.” He takes my hand and I grab my clutch off the back of the couch.

  “A limo?” I ask as I see a black stretch limo sitting outside of my driveway.

  “My father sent it. He’s sucking up,” he says, taking my hand and helping me in as the driver holds the back door open for us.

  “It’s working.”

  He remains silent as the limo pulls away from the curb and I take the chance to look around the limo. Light blue lights outline the floor and the back of the seats. A long mirror covers the length of the ceiling and the back of the bar area. There’s a bottle of champagne on ice and two champagne flutes sitting next to it.

  Parker moves over to the seat that faces the bar and picks up the champagne. “I don’t want one,” I say, letting him know before he opens it.

  He smirks as he pops the top of it. “Yes, you do.” Without another question, he reaches over and grabs a flute. He fills it up and hands it to me. “Have a drink, hunny.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you going to be this way all night?”

  “What way?”

  “Condescending? Bossy?” I name a couple. “I could go on.”

  “That’s enough.” He laughs as he comes to sit back next to me. “Just have a drink.” He runs his thumb over my exposed shoulder and my skin tingles from it.

  I wait a few seconds for the bubbles to settle and then tilt back the flute. I take a few sips and then go to set it down, but he grabs my wrist. “All of it,” he orders, and I give up the fight. He’s on a roll tonight. And I know it’s because of where we are going.

  I tilt back the flute and down what’s left of it. Once done, he takes it from me and places it beside him. He then runs the tip of his fingers over the tops of my breasts. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” he questions, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on them

  “No,” I say jokingly.

  His hand makes its way up the side of my breasts and over my shoulder. It continues up to my neck and his lips follow the same path with kisses. When they land on my neck, he whispers, “You look fucking beautiful tonight, sweetheart.”

  I hiss in a breath as his teeth gently nibble on my skin. “Are you ready for your surprise?”

  “Yes,” I say letting my head fall back against the seat.

  He removes his lips away from my neck and starts to dig in the pocket of his black tux. When he finds what he’s looking for, he gives me an evil smile. A smile that makes me a little concerned.

  He holds up a thick black ring. That has a chrome ring around the top of it. With a black circle placed in the center. “What is that?” I ask. And the hairs on my legs start to stand up from the champagne.

  He places it on his ring finger and holds it out to me. “Press it.”

  “Press it, where?” I ask still looking at the foreign thing.

  “Right here in the center.” He shows me with his other hand. “Press it,” he repeats.

  I reach up and press on it. The second I press it, I jump up off the seat. The vibrator between my legs, the one he stuck in my panties, had come on the second I pressed on his ring.

  “Shit,” I hiss as I start to grab at my dress. I try to pull it up to get the vibrator out, but he grabs my hands.

  “Shhhh,” he whispers.

  “Parker…” I cry out as the vibration hits my clit. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t surprised me. In all honestly, I had no idea what I thought when he stuck it in my panties.

  He places both my wrists in one of his hands, where he has access to it. He presses the button once again and it starts to pulse.

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sp; “Argh,” I say throwing my head back as it pulses against my clit.

  He lets go of my hands and places both of his on either side of my face. He pulls my face away from the seat where I have to look at him. “Before the night is over, you’re gonna come five times for me.” His voice is rough and demanding, and it makes me shift in my seat.

  Shifting causes the vibrator to hit a new spot and I close my eyes with a moan. “Feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart?” I feel his tongue run across my lips and my mouth opens for him.

  He kisses me deeply, and I grab a hold of his shoulders as I feel my insides tighten. It changes back to a constant vibrating motion and I pull away to suck in a deep breath.

  I shift in my seat, trying to pull away from it, but every time I move, it hits a new spot. Add that to the champagne I just downed, and my head is spinning. I go to unbutton his pants, knowing that I want him inside of me. Knowing that even though this vibrator is gonna get me off, I’m gonna need more. He grabs my wrists once again and pins them to the seat by my head. “Feel how hard I am for you?” he asks, grinding against me.

  I nod quickly, unable to speak as the sensation continues to build. “It’s all about you tonight, sweetheart,” he says and my thighs tighten, squeezing the vibrator into place as I hold it against my clit.

  I let out a moan of pleasure before I suck in a deep breath. My body tightens and I arch my neck when I feel the orgasm start to run through me.

  I open my eyes after the orgasm subsides and realize that he’s turned the vibrator off. Parker kneels down in front of my seat as he stares at me intently. I try to say something, anything, but decide against it as I catch my breath.

  He reaches the hem of my dress and lifts it up my legs. I lift my ass off the seat as much as I can to try to help him lift it further. He grabs the lace on my panties and pulls them down my legs. He then reaches back into his suit pocket and pulls out a pair of black lace panties. “These are the ones that came with the vibrator.” He chuckles to himself. “Good thing I brought them with me.” He takes the black vibrator out of my now used panties and places it in the new ones. And then he proceeds to put the fresh ones on me.

  Once done, he pulls my dress back down and leans up, placing his face in front of mine. “Smile,” he says with a soft smile of his own. “You’re beautiful.” And with that he gives me a soft kiss, which I can’t help but return.

  He gets up, sits beside me, and grabs my hand. “Are you okay?”

  I nod my head and take a deep breath. “Just trying to pull myself together,” I say with a sigh. God, I’m so tired. I don’t wanna go to a party now.

  He smirks. “I thought you would enjoy it.”

  “I did. No matter how inappropriate that was,” I say, still feeling the tingling between my legs.

  “How was that inappropriate?” he asks, totally clueless.

  “I’m about to meet your mother in six-inch heels, and I’m barely able to walk.” My legs feel like Jell-O. My entire body feels like a ton of bricks. Having an orgasm does that to me. I think it’s because it’s so hard for me to get off in the first place, that it completely drains me.

  He chuckles as he lifts my left hand to his lips. “You’re welcome.” He kisses my knuckles and then looks over giving me a cocky smile. I pull my hand from his hold and try to straighten myself up. I dig into my clutch and grab my little mirror. I try to look myself over and my hair that I spent an hour on trying to put up in the perfect bun is hanging half off my head. My lipstick is smeared and my face is flushed.

  “Shit,” I hiss as I pull out my bun.

  “I like it when you wear your hair down,” he says running his hands through it. He picks up the sock that was holding my sock bun together and frowns as he stares at it like it’s an alien. “You had a sock in your hair?” he questions confused.

  I ignore him as I go to work on my make-up. I look out the tinted window to see all the tall buildings of downtown pass us by. We gotta be getting close.

  After I make myself somewhat presentable, I move away from him to the other seat and reach over to pour another glass of champagne. He raises an eyebrow in question as I down it but doesn’t bother asking. I wouldn’t have an answer anyway. I just had a mind-blowing orgasm in the back of his father’s limo, and I’m sure the driver heard it, even with the divider up.

  He chuckles and it gets my attention. “What?” I snap.

  “I prefer you much more when you’re moaning and withering under me in pleasure,” he says matter-of-factly.

  “That’s funny because I prefer you more when you don’t touch me,” I shoot back. The man knows that he affects me. And he eats it up. Bastard!

  I fix my black choker and take a deep breath hoping the champagne will help my already heavy legs work better. I’m either gonna fall flat on my face or look like a drunken idiot. Either way, I’m gonna be the life of the party.

  *****

  KATHERINE

  I stand at the far end of the dance floor as I give fake smiles and sip on my champagne. I had just met his mother when Parker left me alone with her to meet some guy that his father kept insisting on. I try to pay attention to the woman, but after the third time, I quit correcting her when she introduced me as her son’s girlfriend. The woman wants her son to fall in love so badly that I’m pretty sure she would allow any woman in this hotel to fill that role. If only she knew what I really was to her son. What would she think of me if she knew that he just gave me an orgasm with a vibrator not even an hour ago? That he gave me fresh panties and placed the vibrator back in them? Slut? Easy? Whore? I’m sure all those and more would come to her mind.

  “So Katherine, what do you do?” I look up from my champagne flute to stare into brown eyes. Her lips are too big for her small framed face and her eyebrows are drawn on. That seems to be the new trend these days.

  “I’m a nurse,” I respond with a fake smile. I somehow feel like I fit in here. They’re all fake. But they wear their fakeness on the outside. I wear mine on the inside. Well, except for my tits. I can’t hide those big fake things if I tried.

  “Oh.” Her overly large lips make a perfect O. Her voice was filled with nothing but judgment. Everyone here is a future president or heiress to billions. To them, I’m just their maid who can clean the shit off their shoes.

  Parker’s mother places a soft hand on my arm and smiles proudly. “She’s being modest. She’s an ER nurse. She saves lives every day.”

  “That must make you feel very…accomplished,” the woman says before licking her red lips.

  I stare at her blankly. Stupid questions don’t deserve stupid answers. She looks away from me and looks over at Parker’s mother. “I honestly thought Parker would one day settle down with my niece. They had that little fling a few years back…”

  It all makes sense now. She hated me from the second she told her that I was his girlfriend. I smile brightly at that thought. “Well, I’d love to chat, ladies, but I’m gonna go find my man.” The words roll off my tongue as sweet as butter and the hard look I get from the plastic bitch tells me that I struck another nerve. Maybe I should mention a pregnancy. Nah, that would just look poorly on me as I hold a flute of champagne in my hand. Instead, I lift my flute to my lips and swallow what was left of it.

  I turn to walk across the dance floor when my eyes spot Parker. He’s leaning up against the bar, eyes locked on mine. He looks so out of place. He’s removed his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and loosened his tie. Everyone here looks so uptight whereas he looks relaxed and confident. I don’t know what it is, but I find his arms to be sexy. He’s wearing a big Rolex watch that is all black and lays perfectly on his wrist. I can see the muscles in his arms flex as he lifts his scotch on the rocks to his lips and takes a sip. He sets it on the bar and pats the man he’s talking to on the shoulder before he heads straight toward me. I go to take a step forward but stop. He can come to me.

  He walks slowly to me as his eyes stay on mine. They’re intense and al
l-consuming. My body heats up and my breath quickens as he stares at me like he wants to devour me in front of everyone. I’d gladly lie down on a table and open myself up for him for all to watch.

  His eyes stray from mine and to my neck. I lift my hand to touch my neck when he reaches me and grabs my wrists.

  “Why are you staring at my neck?” I question. Did he give me a hickey in the limo?

  His eyes meet mine once again. “Because this choker…” He runs his free hand over it. He takes a deep breath before he licks his lips and lowers his mouth to my ear. “This choker makes me want to take my belt off and wrap it around your neck as I fuck you from behind.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath of my own.

  “I’d like that.”

  He chuckles. “I know you would.” He runs the back of his knuckles down my face. “You’re a dirty little girl.”

  I’ve always liked dirty sex. The dirtier, the better.

  “Dance with me?” he asks as he takes my hand.

  “You know how to dance?” I ask surprised.

  He nods. He takes my hands and pulls me close to him. As we start to dance, he speaks. “My mother made me take dance lessons,” he growls as if he hates that memory. “I was in football and my mother said ballet would help make me limber. Less broken bones, she had said.” He laughs. “I took it for about a year. It only took me a day to realize that women liked a guy who could dance.”

  “Well, that’s very true,” I say with a smile.

  He returns it before he lifts his arms and spins me around in a circle. I wrap my arms around him as I stop spinning and let out a soft laugh. He lowers his face down to mine. “If you like that, you’re gonna love this.”

  My eyes widen the second I feel the vibrator come on. “Please…” I beg as my hips jerk.

  “What, sweetheart?” he asks with a cocky smile.

  “Parker,” I take a deep breath. “I can’t…not right now.”

  He wraps his arms tightly around me, pulling me into him. His hardness presses the vibrator against me as he holds me to him. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispers into my ear.