by Lee Savino
I laugh, giddy.
“You’re a bad girl, Vesper. Tempting me. Teasing me.”
He sets me down. “Get on the bed.”
I lean over it, shake my bikini clad ass in his direction.
He smacks it, hard.
“Up.”
I crawl onto it on all fours, waving my ass in the air. “Like this?”
“Yes. Now stay like that.” He peels the wet fabric of my bikini down and seals his mouth between my bottom cheeks. I squeal as he rims me. Too hot. Too dirty. Too much.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“No,” I protest, and he proves me wrong when he does it again, stroking my wet folds at the same time.
This time I protest when he pulls away.
“This is mine tonight. He grabs ahold of my right bottom cheek and squeezes before smacking it again, hard. “I’m going to fuck you anyway I want. And Vesper? I want it all.”
Arousal boils through me. Pleasure already spiking in my nipples, my pussy, my bottom where he spanked me.
“Put your hand between your legs. Get yourself off.”
I lean forward, spread my knees, give him a show. My orgasm dances just out of reach. I chase it with my fingers, panting, writhing. My breasts break free from the bikini top. I arch further, letting my nipples chafe against the bed.
“Stop,” he orders. His tongue rims my asshole again. Sensation licks through me, taboo and perfect. So right. So, so right. So very, very wrong.
A tremor goes through me, a foreshadow of ecstasy. I moan, loud and low.
“Fuck.” He spanks me again. “You’re such a dirty girl. Keep touching yourself but don’t cum.”
My whole body rocks, as I fuck my hand.
“Do not cum,” he warns as my legs shake. His words drive me higher. “Beg me for it.”
“Please.”
“No,” he pulls my hand away. “I want you desperate. You only cum when I’m inside you tonight.”
Shaking with need, I follow as he tugs on my hair. He pulls me around to where he kneels on the bed, his cock bobbing in front of my face.
“Yes,” I breathe before diving forward to swallow him down. I tongue the vein on the underside his cock as my mouth engulfs him, moaning around his delicious length. He grips my hair controlling me. I fucking love it.
He’s close when he guides me off his cock. “Not in your mouth.” He props me in position, on my back, knees wide.
He hooks my legs in the crook of his elbows, and rams into me. One thrust and he’s balls deep. My supreme arousal means I’m ready, but I cry out at the delicious feeling. His cock is long enough to hit the back of my womb and thick enough to rub all the lovely points in between.
He slides out, almost all the way, and waits a beat before slamming into me. The force batters my clit, smacking it awake. I cry out in happy surprise and catch his shoulders, hanging on for dear life, as he does it again, pulling out and slamming home. One more time, my orgasm detonates like a bomb.
Theo props my legs up over his shoulders as he drives in powerfully. Dragging me to the edge of orgasm again. I claw his arms and he growls like an animal.
It’s raw and brutal and beautiful.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
I slip my hand between us and find my clit, but it’s too much sensation, and I tell him.
He grabs my ankles, holding my legs straight up as he pounds away.
“Look at me. Fucking you hard. You want my cum?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Yeah? Play with your breasts. Give me a good show, Vesper. Be my bad girl.”
I cup my breasts, pinching my nipples. “I want you,” I breathe. “I want you to cum.”
“You’re such a bad girl.”
“I’m so bad. So very, very bad.”
My pussy tightens with an impending orgasm. It blows up around me, catching me off guard. My inner muscles squeeze like a fist around his cock.
“Oh, fuck me.” He falls forward, onto his hands, bucking and shuddering as he cums.
I pull him to me as he catches his breath. Before I know it, he’s pulling out, and moving me again, propping me on all fours.
“Again?” I ask, surprised, as Theo comes at me with his cock hard and stiff as a spear.
“Again.”
Three rounds later, I’m curled limp on the duvet. Theo lowers my leg from where he propped it to take me from behind. He rises to take care of the condom. When he returns he tucks close, kissing the back of my neck.
“She was right,” I murmur. “You are a god.”
He chuckles.
“Does this make me a goddess?”
“Oh yes,” he nestles me further into his arms. “I will build a temple to you and worship every day.”
“Mmmm,” I purr. “You know, your house is serious Greek revival.”
He shudders. “My dad. He collected the classical stuff. Apparently, mom liked it. Reminded her of home.”
“I can’t believe you’re the crown prince of Sweden.”
“I can’t believe it myself. I just want to be a normal guy, you know.”
I turn and kiss him. “You just fucked me three times in a row, and made me cum each time. We’ve past normal territory. You really are a god.”
We doze a little when a popping sound outside makes me stir.
“What’s that?”
“A surprise. Come on.”
When he leads me back up to the pool, I almost pull away, but the sight of fireworks exploding above the park has me rushing to the railing. “Oh my god.” The whistling rockets fly up and burst into the night in a shower of colored sparks.
“You did this?” I turn to him. “For me?”
He shrugs.
I don’t know what to say. As far as I know, he’s never pulled a stunt like this to get a girl into bed. Not that he’d have to.
“Thank you.”
We stand and watch them together, me leaning back into Theo. The sheet dips scandalously low. I don’t care. When the grand finale starts, I turn, press my bare boobs against his chest, and kiss him.
Morning finds us in his penthouse, our legs tangled together.
He wakes and smiles at me. I almost reach for my glasses, but I realize I don’t have them. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he says as I climb out of bed. I don’t want to go. Sleepy Theo blinking in the morning light is adorable.
“Come back to bed,” he groans and tries to catch my arm. I skip out of the way.
“I can’t. You have an interview today. We have to get ready.”
“Don’t wanna get ready. Wanna fuck.”
“Get out of bed now and I’ll let you fuck me in the shower.”
I’m halfway to the bathroom when he practically body slams me, tossing me up over his shoulder, silencing my yelp with a smack to my ass.
Under the spray, he slides his hands all over my body, slippery with soap. He turns me around and cocks my leg up on the edge of the tub, easing his way inside.
“These are so beautiful,” he breathes in my ear, fondling my breasts. “I want to cum on them. I want you to wear my cum all day, under that professional suit of yours.”
“Mmm.” I reach back and hold on to his neck as he fills me beautifully.
His teeth find my shoulder and he nips. I yelp, and he soothes the spot with his tongue.
“I’m sorry, baby. I want to mark you all over. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
That does it. I cum around his cock, palms pressed to the tile, moans echoing around the bath.
“There she is. In her suit,” Theo murmurs as I come out dressed to take on the day. I spent the last ten minutes painting makeup over the hickey he gave me.
“You,” I point at him, “are very, very bad.”
“Me?” He bats his long lashes, all innocence. “I was seduced by a very bad—”
I push against his chest and kiss him.
“What was that?” I ask once I pull away.
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��No comment.”
“Good boy. I have to go check in with Evans. Meet you here in one hour. Okay?” I pause at the door. “No running. No commandeering a hot rod to joyride through Manhattan. And, for the love of all things proper, keep your shirt on.”
“If I do, what’s in it for me?”
“I’ll let you cum on me. While wearing the suit.” I pose against the door. His eyes light.
“And Theo? If you’re really, really good... I’ll wear the glasses.”
I head to the suite Evans commandeered for an office. The head of security stalks over when I walk in, looming over me.
“Everything good? I haven’t had time to check my phone—” I stop talking when I see his face.
“I hired you to fix the problem. Not make it worse,” He throws a stack of paper in my face. They fall in heavy whipping sounds, not paper at all. Huge glossy photographs. Of Theo. Of me. The pool, and us the railing. The kiss in the light of the fireworks. Theo’s arms are wrapped around me, but it’s obvious I’m not wearing a shirt.
Shit.
“It’s all over the news. Theo caught with his pants down, again. That’s not all,” his face is so red it’s almost purple. “They’re saying you used to be an escort. That you did it all through college.”
“What?” I whisper, gathering up the glossies and holding them to my chest, a very fragile armor.
“Is it true? Who the hell are you, Vesper Smith?”
“I can fix this,” I say shakily. I go to push my glasses up my face, but they’re gone.
“I don’t wanna hear it. You’re fucking fired.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Get out,” Evans hisses. “Get your things and get out.”
The walk back to Theo’s room is the longest of my life. My phone shakes with Google alerts. “Crown prince caught with escort.” The scenario is happening, resurrected from my nightmares. Everything I tried to fix. Everything I tried to hide. Out in the open.
Even when I was an escort I never felt shame like this. Back then, I was so focused. Each client brought me closer to becoming a college graduate. A business woman. Someone Miss Mavery would be proud of.
I got my degree and the contacts to launch my career, but it came at a price. I thought I paid it.
Turns out I still owed, and it would cost me everything I’d built. But if I was very, very lucky, it wouldn’t cost me the man I was falling in love with.
I open the door to the penthouse and walked in without really seeing anything. “Theo, I—”
I stop at the giggle. Theo stood there, with blondie. She’s dressed in a tight grey skirt, blouse and jacket, laughing as she fixes Theo’s shirt collar.
Long legs, blonde hair. Grey suit.
Guess I’ve been replaced.
“Vesper?” Theo says. The blonde goes to touch him and he jerks away.
A little too late. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I blurt.
Blondie smirks at me. “Theo,” she reaches for him, and though he pushes her away, my stomach churns with betrayal.
“Never mind. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I interrupted. I’m sorry—for everything.” I turn for the door. This time I don’t see my way clearly because my vision fills with tears.
“Vesper,” Theo shouts this time, but I pick up my pace, and flee.
7
“I’m sorry, Mina says, the regret in her voice clear even through the phone. “I thought I’d buried it deep enough.”
“It’s okay. Secrets always come out,” I say wearily. It’s a sentiment I tell my clients, and it chafes my ears. “I wonder who talked?” I throw my things in the suitcase.
“I’ve done some digging. Rumor has it one of Theo’s hang arounds is an escort too.”
“Of course. Betrayed by one of my own.”
“You’re not—” Mina makes a noise in frustrated. “Look, you were an escort. So what? It’s perfectly legal.”
“What I did in hotel rooms was not,” I said.
“It put you through school,” she continues. Mina is nothing if not stubborn. “It’s not something to be ashamed of.”
“Yet, here I am,” I say, weary. “Ashamed. The first guy I’ve liked in years, and I ruined it.”
Mina says nothing. I hear her struggling to think of something nice to say, and then she gives up. “Shit.”
“Yeah.” I throw the last of my things into my suitcase and zip it up. The hotel room is pristine. Once I leave, it’ll be like I was never even here.
The hickey on my neck throbs. I want to mark you. And he did. My pussy still aches for him.
Oh Vesper, you sure can pick ‘em.
“Shit,” Mina repeats.
“I know, I really fucked things up—”
“No, not that. I mean, you did, but—”
“Well, thanks. Next time you want to make me feel better, just don’t—”
“He’s on TV,” Mina interrupts.
“What?”
“He’s standing outside the hotel and talking to the press.” She squeals. “Oh my god! You have to see this. Channel 108.”
I rush to turn on the TV. Theo stands in front of his hotel, painted by camera flashes.
“I know my reputation isn’t at its best,” he says. His hair is mussed and his shirt rumpled, the stark white setting off his tanned skin. He looks dashing. “For too long I’ve put off my responsibilities. I have a lot to make right. But, a few days ago, I met someone.” He pauses, a faraway smile on his face. “She showed me I’m more than my reputation. She challenged me to be more. If she’s listening now, I’d like to make her a promise. I will clean up my act. Vesper, if you’ll come back to me, I’ll make it right.”
“Oh fuck,” I say, as Theo nods and leaves, the press still shouting for more.
“Oh fuck!” Mina squeals. “Isn’t that the most romantic shit you ever saw? Maybe I won’t form an investor group to short his company’s stock and send it into a death spiral.”
She blathers on about her plans of revenge which, knowing her, are barely legal.
“Mina!” I finally interrupt.
“What?”
“Where is he?”
“How would I know?”
“Mina.”
“Heh, you’re right. I hacked his phone, as soon as I knew you were hot for him. You know he’s gotten some texts from Pepper Spice? He blocked her number.”
“Mina, where is he?”
“One sec.” There’s a long pause and I rub my forehead. Not even vodka and Valium will touch this headache. “He’s still at the hotel.”
“You sure?” The clock reads almost ten. “He should be on his way to his interview by now.”
“Well, I only can tell you where his phone is—”
“Vesper?” Comes a muffled voice, followed by banging on the door.
“I’ve got to go,” I tell Mina, before running to open the door. Theo bursts in. His big body crowds me back.
“Theo, what are you doing? You’re missing your interview.”
“Fuck the interview,” he pulls me into his arms. “I don’t want to talk to those people. I want to be with you. You’re the only one who sees me.”
His mouth claims mine, lighting me up with an electric kiss.
I break it off, even though it physically hurts to do it.
“You can’t be here,” I say to his throat. “You can’t be seen with me.”
“Because you were an escort?”
“Yes—”
“I don’t care.” He kisses me again, separating only to murmur. “I don’t care about any of that.”
I should protest, but his desire inflames mine, and sweeps all thought away. I cling to him as he lifts me, his large hands cupping my ass as we walk to the bed.
“I want you,” he breathes, wild-eyed. I nod. He yanks down his pants and produces a condom from his pocket as I shuck mine. As soon as he rolls it on he sits on the bed and I straddle him, sinking slowly onto his thick staff. O
nce he’s sheathed inside me, my hips rock, my mind blanking as I ride him. He holds me gently, supporting me until pleasure rolls through me, gentle as an ebbing tide.
I gasp, calling his name.
“My turn,” he growls, and grips my hips. I cry out as he drives into me. My breasts bob up and down as I bounce on his cock.
“Fuck, Vesper, fuck,” he chants. His fingers bite into my ass. I hang onto his shoulders, feeling his marble hard muscles bunch and tighten under my hands.
His cock hits a pleasure spot deep inside of me, and I jerk out of control, bucking with my orgasm.
With a curse, he thrusts upwards, body taut as he cums.
We collapse back on the bed.
“That was—” I gasp, and shake my head, unable to finish.
“Yeah,” he agrees. We both laugh.
“No comment,” I say, but my humor dies.
I sit up. “I should go.”
“No.” Theo reaches for me and I shake him off, grabbing up my pants. “That was a nice fuck but—”
“Stop,” he orders, and I do. “Vesper. This is not goodbye.”
“No?” I go to touch my glasses, and when they’re not there, I push back my hair instead.
“I’m not.” He shakes his head. “I’m not ready for goodbye.”
“You were this morning, with blondie.”
“Who? Oh, you mean Nessa?”
“Yes, Nessa,” I spit. “Why was she in the bedroom with you?”
Theo’s brows knit together, which only makes me madder. He doesn’t get to be indignant. Not about this. “Fuck if I know. She said you and Evans sent her to help me get ready for the interview.”
“Oh, I’m so sure,” I snarl. “Did she fluff you before you slept with Pepper Spice, too?”
“What the fuck?”
“You. Are. A. Slut,” I scream. “You’re a crown prince who’s slept with roughly half the women on the planet. At least three of whom have been caught on camera. Me included.” I sag onto the bed, my anger passing like a summer storm. “I can’t believe I was so stupid. I can pick them.” I cover my face with my hands. Forget glasses. I’m going to have to wear a bag over my head for the rest of my life.
Theo closes his hands around mine and draws them down. “Vesper, stop.” He kneels before me. “Don’t be hard on yourself. You’re right. I don’t deserve you. Please.” He kisses my hand. “Please just give me a chance.”