by Claire Angel
“My door is always open. Come by my hotel room at 6:00 PM. I’ll make reservations for seven and I’m sure that we can find something to do for an hour,” She said with this seductive tone that made me remember the way that her hands felt roaming over my body.
“I seem to bring out the best in you and you do the same thing for me. I doubt that we will be eating dinner for long before we are motioning for the check,” I said playing on her sexual greed and the way that I could make her squeal with ecstasy.
“I wouldn’t consider what we do dating. We have fun until the next time we meet.”
“We have more than fun when we are together,” I said with my tongue licking my lips with anticipation.
“I just got rid of the hickey on the inside of my thigh. You always like to leave your mark one way or the other to keep me thinking about you long after you have left the building,” She said.
“How else am I going to make you come back into my arms?” I asked with my thoughts filled with ideas that couldn’t be shared with anybody else.
“This time, I’m the one that’s going to be using the handcuffs. I don’t want you to have any way to run away from me once we get started,” She giggled with that unspoken mischief in the air.
“I’m not usually in the position of somebody having the control over me. I might make the exception for you. It does bring up interesting images of you overindulging by dribbling champagne down my chest and licking it up.” I said.
“I’m sure that I can come up with something interesting to take your breath away. You know I have a closet full of freebies from my photo shoot. Did I mention that I was on the beach wearing different pieces of lingerie with the water freezing cold rushing up over the top of me? I’m going to need you to warm me up with more than words,” She whispered those sweet nothings in my ear and I couldn’t wait to feel her hot breath tickling my earlobe.
“Warming you up has never been my problem. This time you can start at the top and work your way down until you have my cock in your mouth. We both know how hot and bothered you get with a piece of meat in between your lips.” I was in the living room pacing the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.
The flames didn’t even compare to the dirty talk that was enough to melt the wallpaper right off of the walls.
“You are being a very bad boy and you might need to be punished for your illicit talk. I’m not opposed to spanking you if I didn’t think that you would enjoy it too much.” She said with this sultry voice that made me see that her excitement was growing by leaps and bounds.
“I have no problem with a good hard spanking. I can already feel your hand touching me and your lips traveling down over my body. I bet that you are so fucking wet right now that you can stick your fingers inside of you without any foreplay. I would like to hear the wet sound of your sexual desire through the phone. Find someplace private and I’m not going to take no for an answer,” I indicated that this was only going to end with her scream beckoning me to come to her side.
I put her on speaker and I wanted to hear what she was going to say next.
“I’m alone in my hotel room with my panties dangling from my feet. Your tongue stuck inside of me would be a welcome relief from the flashbulbs of the press. I want to paint your lips with my sweet cream sitting on your face with your hands handcuffed to the headboard.” Her breathing was getting quicker and I could hear the wet sloppy way that she was pleasing herself.
“Oh, my god… I think I interrupted something.” Leila was standing in the doorway with her hand waving back and forth in front of her.
I hung up before I could hear Cassandra’s big finish.
“It’s not polite to eavesdrop,” I said with her eyes drawn to the outline of my hard cock through my pants.
I didn’t know what else to say. She ran off and I let her go.
Chapter 4
Leila
I was lying on my bed thinking about the way that those words came to him so easily. I knew that he wasn’t innocent. Why was it so shocking to hear him speak in a language that I was all too familiar with?
The windows were open a crack and I could feel the breeze rustling my hair. The long curls were courtesy of my salon who took me in on short notice. I wanted to bring out the sexual creature begging for release.
Cassandra was his Achilles heel. The woman had a way of getting any man wrapped around her little finger. I thought I was good, but she followed up with promises of unique adventures behind closed doors. This was where we differed. I never gave it up unless oral sex was considered giving it up.
I was selective of those men fortunate to be with me in that way.
Guys were mistaken in their belief that a lobster dinner was going to get them further than a goodnight kiss. I was rather quiet and reserved when the lights went out until they warned me up. They had to put in the work to make me orgasm at least three times with their tongue and fingers before attempting anything else with other parts of their body.
It was the reason why that most guys didn’t get past the first date. I had a firm rule that I wasn’t that kind of girl. I didn’t want to give them false hope.
I could hear the shower running and I knew that Frank was getting ready for Cassandra. He was staying at the house after having a bit of an argument with his family. He never did explain what it was about. I had a feeling they were getting on his case about marriage and family.
A part of me wanted to confront him, but I didn’t know the reason why I was getting so angry. It wasn’t like his love life was off limits and we talked about things freely without a filter.
I could use his frank talk as inspiration late at night to live vicariously through his words.
Cassandra was a force of nature with an insatiable appetite. Frank needed to pollinate with as many flowers as he could. I saw the way that he played the field and his one night stands usually came from those girls that didn’t have any self-respect for themselves.
I didn’t tell him, but I had some words with them when they came out of the bedroom in the morning. My brother and Frank were notorious for bringing girls home. I pretended not to notice, but there were a few exceptions.
I told those with delusions of being with them that it was never going to happen. Edward didn’t mean to have me witness their dalliances, but moving in with him brought with it the hazards of hearing and seeing something I shouldn’t.
I never meant to interfere, but I felt bad for them and for those women that they dedicated their time to.
They needed to know the truth, but I feared for the day that Frank would find out about the reason why he never got a second date.
I could only do so much. I couldn’t be there when he was away on business.
The shower turned off and I heard his footsteps approaching my door. I sprung to attention with my feet dangling over the bottom of the bed barefoot with expectation.
“Leila, I didn’t get… I mean…you weren’t supposed to hear that. Don’t wait up for me.” He said with the thin layer of wood keeping us from a face to face confrontation.
I jumped off the bed landing softly on my feet with the radiant heat from the floor keeping me comfortable. I didn’t have any plans for the evening and was wearing the same Scooby Doo pyjamas that I wore when I was little.
I had my hair in pigtails and I spied my reflection in the mirror before I opened the door.
He was in a towel and nothing else.
He ran his eyes down over my frame paying particular attention to the way that my shirt with Scooby Doo on the front was swelling every time that I took a breath. He was becoming a slave to the rhythm of my heart and the way that my lungs would fill with that nervous energy in the air.
“I don’t know why it matters to you what I think,” I said with that Scooby Doo shirt barely covering my mid-drift.
“I respect your opinion no matter what I feel to the contrary,” He admitted biting on his bottom lip and turning a shade of red that was unexpected.
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“I’m not trying to take everything good in your life away from you. How do I tell you that you’re wasting your time with those other girls? You need to stop acting like a little boy and stand up like a man. There’s no reason to be afraid of growing up. You don’t have to live forever with this Peter Pan complex,” I spoke with clarity of mind and body for the first time in my life.
He walked away, a little perturbed and I followed barging into his bedroom with him standing there stark raving naked. The towel that he had around his waist had fallen at his feet.
The object swinging from between his legs was anything but average. He was like a deer in the headlights and he was frozen in place unable to move. I was enjoying the view and the way that he was seemingly excited to see me.
I closed the door and leaned back against the frame with my hand to my chest. He finally broke from the sexual trance that he was under and used the black duvet on his bed to cover his shame.
“You just don’t walk in here like that not saying a word. What has gotten into you tonight?” It was a loaded question and I wasn’t sure how to answer.
“I had something to say and you walked away from me. Nobody walks away from me. I don’t care who they are and what relationship I have with them. It’s my one pet peeve and you knew exactly what you were doing to get a rise out of me.” I held his gaze and made him stand there under the hot lights of my accusing eyes.
“I walked away before I said something I was going to regret. We used to be able to talk about everything and nothing was off limits.” He said with one hand holding onto the duvet and the other hand running through his hair.
I don’t know what compelled me, but I took a few steps closer. In my position, I could trace the muscles of his finely sculpted shoulders and well-defined chest. It was easy to recognize the special little spot and his V shape torso zeroed in on the object of my affection.
“I’m through playing your games. You’re old enough to know better. Actions have consequences and you never think about that when you corrupt a young woman into your bed. I want you to think about what it’s like to be in their shoes. Being treated like a piece of meat can be fun, but it can also be frustrating.” I watched his mind work, but I was more interested in being a droplet of water cascading down his body.
I had blurted it out and it made me feel bad for judging him. I was no different, but I knew how to put the brakes on. It was my unspoken jealousy speaking for me.
My brother could be distant with new projects and Grace taking up all of his time. My attraction to Frank was revealing the green streak down my back every time I saw him or heard him talking about another girl. It made me mean, but I made a solemn vow to change my ways.
He didn’t deserve my forked tongue.
“I don’t need this. Don’t try getting into my head with backseat therapy. I get enough of that from your brother.” He said stone cold sober and waiting for my response.
“You can be so damn stubborn,” I said with my voice a little higher than intended.
“That’s like calling the kettle black.”
“What the hell do you mean by that? I’m trying to help and you’re trying to throw it back in my face.” My tone was strained.
My hand was visibly trembling and he grabbed it while letting go of the duvet. He was no longer concerned about his naked condition.
“You know exactly what I mean by that. I’ve tried to remain silent about some of your decisions, but I can’t do that anymore. Do you really want to get into this?” He asked with his eyes blazing with indignation.
I wasn’t even looking at his package. It was his eyes that had my attention.
“They got married and you can’t see past it. I’m still young and finding myself. I might not contribute to society in the way that you would like me to, but I found fulfilment working with the both of you,” I said realizing that his condition had abated to be replaced by words that were meant to hurt me.
“I know this has been an adjustment and acting out has always been your go-to move. Flirting shamelessly is going to get you into trouble one day and I won’t be there to pull you out of the fire.” He was frantically putting on his pants, but his upper half was still open to my scrutinizing eyes.
He grabbed a shirt from the closet, pulling it from the hangar and I could hear it swinging back and forth slapping against the wall in his haste to get out of the house. He wasn’t exactly subtle when he pushed me out of the way, grumbling about something underneath his breath that I didn’t understand.
He was running down the stairs and he almost stumbled with his fingers working to put those buttons in place.
I stood at the railing watching him throw up his hands in defeat.
I was fuming inside and I ran down the stairs losing my balance three steps from the bottom. My yelp of surprise made him turn and I landed in his arms unharmed.
My breasts had developed in the last couple of years. It was no surprise that I garnered the attention of those guys wanted to get a cheap feel. This was by accident, but the feel of his hands holding me was making it hard to say anything.
The anger was still simmering on a slow heat. No words were spoken.
His fingers played my spine like a xylophone until he came to rest on the small of my back. I sighed deeply, unable to wrench free of his grasp. I didn’t want to move to risk breaking the spell that we were under. The only other sound besides our breathing was the grandfather clock in the hallway.
My jaw tensed when he moved a strand of hair away from my face. I knew what I wanted and I had a feeling that he wanted the same thing. I was scratching the bottom of my lower lip with my teeth. My eyes were glazed over.
“Are you OK?”
“I don’t know.” My hand was on his chest and I’d taken every opportunity to get close to him over the last couple of years.
“I mean is there anything injured besides your pride?”
“I think I’m in one piece thanks to you,” I said with my heart beating wildly in my chest.
“I don’t know what came over me. I’m tired of people telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing. I usually laugh it off, but inside I want to throttle someone.” He very carefully pushed me away and was trying his best not to make eye contact.
“I can understand that. I’ve been given so many lectures about wasting my life that it hasn’t been funny. I’m going to tell you a secret. I only went to work for Edward to get my family off of my back. I don’t know what they expect from me,” I stressed with my body still feeling the effect of being right up against him.
“I can stay and we can talk…” I stopped him with my finger to his lips.
“I don’t want to keep you and I know how Cassandra gets impatient if she has to wait any longer than a few minutes to see you. I feel like I’ve lost my brother, but that’s not your problem,” I said definitively before turning my back.
I could see in the reflection of a grandfather clock that he was attempting to reach out to me. He pulled his hand back and looked ashamed.
I turned abruptly and pulled him down for a hot unpredictable kiss that made his eyes stare at me in wide-eyed wonder. It was a one-sided exchange and I thought that I was wasting my time.
He soon returned the kiss and I was left in a fog of indecision. I heard the door closing and I blinked back into focus when I heard his car leaving the driveway.
I fell back against the door and slumped down until I was lying there with my hands around my knees rocking back and forth in the fetal position.
What had I done?
Chapter 5
Frank
I was sitting there looking at this beautiful creature with that plunging neckline and a body that just wouldn’t quit. The impure thoughts of my acrobatic release from the frustration of the day were replaced by visions of another woman dancing in my head.
“I apologize for the way that you were greeted when you came to the hotel. Those photographers never give me a moment of re
st. I guess it comes with the territory.” Cassandra was putting the finishing touches on her makeup.
I still felt her lips on me. Leila deserved better than me. I wasn’t capable of showing her the kind of affection that she was looking for.
Leaving was the only good thing I could do under the circumstances. I had to remind myself that she was off limits. I was never one to resist the forbidden fruit at the top of the tree. She was the exception to keep the status quo. I didn’t want anything to upset Edward.
It didn’t matter that I was feeling things for Leila. She had blossomed into a young woman with a mind of her own. She still had her hand out to her brother, but it wasn’t like she was being given any kind of ultimatum. It was the combination of innocence and guilty that made it hard to keep thinking of her as the little girl. She was still using her charm, but in different ways to get what she wanted.
I was pulled back from thinking about her when Cassandra turned to make my mouth water with more than a little interest. The green Emerald dress was hiding something more decadent underneath. It would’ve been easy to pull down the straps and let gravity do the rest.
“I hope you don’t take any offense by this, but you don’t seem like you are in the mood. I know how preposterous that might sound, but I can tell when a man isn’t completely with me for the right reasons. It usually when they are cheating on their significant other and the guilt is too much of a burden to bury under the sheets.” She sat down on the bed with her legs spread slightly showing the hint of baby blue.
“We don’t have to talk about anything. We started something on the phone that I would like to simultaneously finish. I think you understand what I’m getting at. I want you to make so much noise that the police are called when those in the other rooms can’t take it anymore,” I was using the allure of what she knew that I could do with various parts of my anatomy.
I dropped to my knees, holding out my wrist with those handcuffs on the bed waiting to be used.