Chilly. The whole place was so…chilly.
Sitting on the bed, she reached for the remote and absently flipped the television on. Mounted on the wall like a piece of art, when it turned on she damn near swore it was, the picture was so sharp and clear.
“Our sources indicate Federal regulators have been anonymously contacted about the potential incident and are considering issuing an injunction against Transcoastal from reopening the Treasure Driller pending further investigations.”
She turned the volume up and listened to the local newscaster.
“It’s speculated that authorities could also levy fines against Transcoastal and its parent company, Reynolds Industries, citing failure to report this incident for proper investigation. Linda Culver, a spokesman for the companies, had this to say—”
Vanny switched it off, surprising herself. Something about that whole incident made her feel a little guilty, though she had no idea why. Just as she’d said to Pops, the troubles with that oil rig had nothing to do with them.
Of course as a result of those troubles, she happened to be sitting on Michael Reynolds’ massive bed, casually waiting for him to come back to have sex with her—again.
“Working in the coal mines,” she muttered.
Oh she did not like this. She didn’t like it at all. This was…overwhelming.
She wished, in retrospect, that she’d been able to draw out from him more of the details of what was expected of her in this arrangement. She’d launched into the conversation tongue-in-cheek and he had responded to her that way probably, but she really wanted to know.
She had a sudden idea, and a feeling the chauffeured car that had brought her here was still downstairs waiting at her beck and call. She pushed the penthouse intercom to the front desk and asked. It was.
She headed out.
Back within the hour, packages in hand, she kicked the front door to Michael’s apartment closed with her foot. She’d only ever been to the store she just visited as a joke, but somehow she wanted to make a statement tonight.
What, she had no idea. She went into the bedroom to first take a hot soak in the whirlpool tub in the adjoining bathroom.
Then she’d get dressed in her purchases. And wait.
* * * * *
Michael inserted the key in the front door to his apartment. It had taken him longer than he’d expected dealing with the leak about the Treasure Driller. By the time he left the office, he had the situation well in hand.
Vanny, though, was another matter. It was late now anyway. She’d probably be asleep. He vowed that if she was, he would just snuggle up next to her and not wake her up.
“Snuggle,” he muttered disgustedly, as the door was yanked open before he had even turned the key.
He looked at her in the faint light of the fireplace she must have switched on.
She wasn’t sleeping. And there’d be no snuggling. Not ’til much, much later.
“What have you got on?” His voice was a little more hoarse than he would have liked as he pulled his key out of the lock and dropped it in the bowl by the door, closing the door behind him.
“So what do you think?”
He’d seen Vanny in coveralls. He’d seen her in jeans. He’d even seen her in a tasteful business suit and black silk underwear. She was sexy in all of them.
In this…well, in this there were damn few words to describe how she looked. And he didn’t want to use words to show his appreciation anyway. To keep himself from attacking her right off, though, he did. “It’s ah, very…hot.”
“You think so?”
Now that was a stupid question if he’d ever heard one.
He took a deep breath, reaching for the calmness he had always exuded in sexual situations.
Where the fuck was that?
Missing in action at the sight of Vanessa Donald in a transparent red baby-doll nightgown, her tits spilling out of cups just there to torment a man, her long legs in sheer black stockings held up by red garters and—he looked closer—yep, crotchless panties. He could see a tuft of blonde pubic hair. The red spiked heels were the final touch.
She twirled and then smiled, curls spilling over big green eyes that she batted out of the way. Her lips shone with bright-red lipstick to match her negligee.
He wondered if tackling her in the foyer and giving it to her against the hardwood floor would be considered bad manners.
She came closer and cupped his sudden erection.
“I guess that’s a yes.”
“What is this?” he asked softly, a finger going under one strap to rub lightly against her shoulder.
“It’s my mistress uniform. I went to Adam and Eve’s Lustful Lingerie to get it. I got a few other odds and ends too. Do you want to see them?”
“Is this a joke?”
She squeezed him. “Is this?”
He sucked in a breath.
“This is about sex, Michael. So let’s make it about sex.”
She took his hand and led him to the bedroom, giving him his first glance of the back of the outfit, which mostly consisted of a red string up her luscious ass.
When she got him to the bed, he leaned down to kiss her and she playfully held him off. “First we need to undress you.”
She pushed his suit jacket off his arms as they stood by the bed and then went to work on his tie, slipping it off a moment later. Her unbuttoning of his shirt was slow and seductive.
“How am I doing?” she whispered.
“Extremely well,” he said softly. Her fingers on his bare skin as she shoved the shirt off his shoulders shot sparks straight to his cock. Which by the way didn’t exactly need any encouragement. The sight of her in her mistress outfit was quite enough.
He wanted to push her back on the bed and climb between her legs and shove his stiff cock inside her. No foreplay. No finesse. Nothing but raw want as he pulled the skimpy red cups down to release her tits. For a second he could see them jiggling as he slammed into her again and again. He could almost feel the heels of those red shoes against his ass. He’d thrust harder, in and out, grabbing her wrists and holding them up and next to her head, the blonde curls swirling all around her face.
“You look so intense,” she chided. “What are you thinking about?”
“Guess,” he said sardonically and she laughed, low and silky.
He allowed her to push him back onto the bed, his hard-on tenting his pants as she pulled his socks and shoes off like some damn geisha girl.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the full treatment here, but what do you say to taking the edge off first?”
She crawled between his legs, on her knees, and ran her hands up his bare chest.
“You fucked me twice just a couple of hours ago, Michael. That didn’t take the edge off?”
“Not when you greet me like that.”
She straddled him, which in the crotchless panties would have been damn convenient if she had unzipped him first. Her hands went to his belt. “I see I’m going to have to work for my money.”
“Does that bother you?”
She brought his hand to her wet pussy. “What do you think?”
He slipped his fingers inside her snatch and she hummed for a minute, her eyes drifting closed, but then wiggled away, unzipping his pants carefully and pulling them and his briefs down and off.
He came up on his elbows to watch her strip him, which was quite a sight in itself, her breasts overflowing from those see-through red cups. “I don’t get off only on being serviced, Vanny. Although that’s quite nice,” he added as she climbed back up his now-naked body to straddle him, sitting at the base of his thighs, his cock jerking toward her stomach. He brought his hands to her ass, fondling. “What I mean is I get off on a woman’s pleasure too.”
“And it’s all about getting you off, isn’t it?”
She said it in the same silky, seductive tone, but for some reason he frowned. When she took his hands and placed them on her breasts, though, his mind blank
ed and the feel of her wiped the frown right off his face. He rubbed his thumbs against her stiff nipples through the thin lace, causing her to undulate on his lap a little, her wet slit rubbing against the underside of his erect cock.
He managed to stifle a groan. “Put me in you.”
“I thought you weren’t going to be ordering me around all the time.”
He smiled. “How about I say please?”
“So greedy.” But she was coming up on her knees and as he shoved the red lace bra cups aside to expose her breasts, she hovered above him, not quite putting him in. “Oops. I forgot the condom. Where do you put them?” she asked innocently.
She started to climb off him and with a curse he yanked her back and rolled over on top of her. “You little tease. Let’s give you a taste of your own medicine.” He kneed her legs apart and slid down, kissing her soft inner thighs and then positioning the most important part of the crotchless panties right at his mouth.
She didn’t stifle her groan. He heard it as he kissed the plump bud of her clit, playing with it with his tongue, sucking it lightly, just enough to tease as he’d promised but not enough to get her off. She tasted wonderful, so spicy and womanly, that he could’ve eaten her sweet pussy all night as he grasped her ass and held her there for him. She groaned louder, both her hands grabbing his hair and tugging, trying to bring him closer. But he held back, making sure he kept her just at the edge, not letting her go over.
Of course for his part, he was pretty much fucking the mattress he was so hot to be inside her. Grinding his hard cock against the sheets, he stabbed his tongue into her pussy until he felt as if he could almost come at the mimicking of what his cock wanted to do.
He pulled away quickly and she pushed him to his back, rolling over on top of him, spreading her legs wide.
His hands went to her ass. “Christ.”
She lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing cock, closing her eyes and flinging her head back, as if savoring the sensation of him embedded deeply within her.
“God, you’re so wet and hot,” he murmured as she moved her tight little pussy up and down his cock so sweetly he almost closed his eyes with the pleasure of it as well.
Almost.
But he kept them open. He wanted to see her. She put her palms on his chest and then opened her eyes herself as he gently swept the blonde strands to the side and looked into the deep green of them.
She moved with him, on him, and he leaned up to tongue one hard pink nipple. He gripped her ass, wrapping the red string around his finger and tugging, playing with the crack between the plump cheeks until she squirmed into him and he raised his head from her breast and nipped her neck.
“You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you?” she murmured.
An open question as to who was trying to drive whom insane.
She took slow steady strokes as she rode him, her breasts dangling in front of him, her cushy ass still in his hands, and it was almost enough to drive him over the edge. When she slipped one small hand underneath him to squeeze his ass and cup his balls, he groaned, a tingling at the base of his spine telling him he was about to come.
Instinctively, he rolled over on top of her again, not knowing if he was trying to dominate her in some game they were playing and not caring. He pressed his palms against the inside of her thighs to spread her out—all the way out for him—and just held her like that for a second, buried deep inside her. She swiveled her hips, trying to drive him on, and he laughed. “Now who’s being greedy?” he chided.
Without moving, he could just hold off his orgasm long enough to take one more taste of her body. He lowered his head to her breast, lapping at the nipple and playing at it with his teeth. She squirmed and brought his head harder against her, wanting more. He pulled back to murmur, “I’m going to have to do a much better job appreciating these beautiful breasts, but you keep rushing me with this tight little pussy of yours.”
He switched to the other breast, sucking fiercely on that nipple, and she crooned her approval. The taste of her, not to mention that self-same tight little pussy gripping him, translated instructions directly to his cock. He had to thrust—or die—he was sure of it. Once he moved, lunging in and out of her, he was too excited to stop himself from coming. So he did. He came, feeling her shudder beneath him as well.
He at least should have pulled out but he didn’t, milking it to the last, kissing her lips softly. When he finally pulled out, it was way too late for any contraceptive purposes of course. He flopped onto his back, trying to slow his breathing.
“This isn’t the best time to ask this, but I don’t suppose you’re on the Pill, are you?”
“Oh, you mean since you keep jumping me without a condom and haven’t given me time to get to your doctor what’s-his-name for my shot yet?”
He didn’t even defend himself. “Yeah.”
“Yes. I am.”
“Good,” he said, although he couldn’t suppress a purely instinctive male territorial annoyance that she had been on the Pill, ready to have sex, presumably with somebody else.
It was screwed-up logic, but he couldn’t help it. He came up on his side and watched her, balancing on his elbow. “Always prepared, are you?”
“For some asshole to be in too much of a rush to put a condom on? Yeah.”
“I didn’t see you stopping me to be responsible about safe sex.”
“I’m the employee. You’re the employer. Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to worry about safety in the workplace?”
He felt his jaw tighten at the taunt and tried to let it go, if for no other reason than letting her know it got to him would probably ensure she kept doing it. Unfortunately, he failed. “I don’t appreciate you referring to this as being a job.”
“Why? That’s what it is, isn’t it? The cash you deposited in my bank account, just like the direct deposit from Transcoastal. Payment for services rendered and all that. Why should you care?”
“Let’s just say it takes some of the fun out of it, from my perspective.”
“I hope you’re not going to make me say ‘I love you’ or some other crap while I fuck you.”
He laid his arm along her warm flat abdomen underneath the red lace. “No,” he teased. “But I know you’ll be thinking it every second.”
“In your dreams!” she shot back. “Anyway, about the Pill thing, for your information, you’re the only person I’ve had sex with since way before I had had it with you as Shelly, okay? You can believe me or not. I don’t care. I’ll still see your silly doctor and have your test though. I should probably be more worried about you than you should about me, Casanova.”
He laughed, unable to help himself, he felt so good. Whether that was from the great sex or her admission, he didn’t know. “Dr. what’s-his-name can give you the results of my latest test if you like.” He dropped a kiss on her nose. “You’re staying here, by the way, with me,” he said, only realizing as he said it that it kind of assumed she hadn’t been planning to or he hadn’t been planning for her to, or something. “All my mistresses do,” he added hastily, completely lying. They stayed most of the night sometimes, for long bouts of sex, but he generally liked to move them along before breakfast if he could help it.
“No overtime, eh? Isn’t there too much of a good thing?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll play it by ear and see.”
“Well, I have to go home and get some clothes.”
“I’ll take you out to buy some tomorrow.”
“No thanks. I have to tell my dad where I am anyway. I mean, that I’ll be away for a few days.”
“You have a cell, don’t you?” Her worried look annoyed him. “Look, the best sex in any arrangement like this is always at the beginning. I want to enjoy it if you don’t mind. Hang out together the rest of this week and then on Monday I need to get to New York.”
“Am I released then?”
“And then you’ll come with me.” He sat up. “Unless I ti
re of you before then of course.”
“I’ll work real hard to try to keep you amused, master.”
“You didn’t pick up an I Dream of Jeannie costume while you were getting this sexy red get-up, did you?” He fingered the underside of her breast that he’d helpfully freed from the sexy red get-up. “’Cause that would be a turn-on too.”
“Nice to know.” She got up and went to her purse, pulling out her cell and typing a message on it. When she was done, she threw it back in her purse. “I told my dad I was staying overnight in the city with a friend.”
“I’ve graduated from employer to friend. How nice. Is your father really that dependent on knowing where you are?”
“If I’m not on a rig, he likes to know. He worries. Anyway, I do need to go there tomorrow. I have to make sure he’s set if I’m going to be gone a few weeks. And I’ll drive myself. I don’t want to pull up in your chauffeured monstrosity.”
“Fine. I have a few things to do in the office tomorrow afternoon. You can go then. For now, come back to bed.”
* * * * *
Vanny handed Mrs. Feldman a check for three months’ wages and then a second check for groceries. “This new job I have is going to keep me out of town for the next few weeks. Maybe more. But I’ll get back as soon as I can.”
“Tell me how this all happened again, honey,” her father asked. “It seems awfully fast. You maybe should hold off and see what other possibilities there are.”
“No way, Pops. This job came out of nowhere and the pay’s good. I had to jump on it.”
“Where’s the rig you said?”
She hadn’t. In fact, she’d been purposefully vague. Had to be, since lying to her pops was, again, not one of her better skills. Everything she was telling him was technically true—she’d never said the new job was on a rig, he’d simply assumed it—but not the whole truth.
“Let me try it out first and if I like it, I’ll tell you all about it.”
Not.
“And who is this friend who gave you the line on the job?”
“You don’t know him.” She dropped a light kiss on his cheek. “Take care, Pops. I’ll see you in a week or two.”
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