by Belle Ami
Seth lowered his tone in imitation of the judge’s sonorous voice. “‘Ms. Randall, may I ask you what the hell that is on your head?’ The now-pale Ms. Randall replied, ‘Your Honor, sir, this is my hat.’ The judge, losing it, shouted back at her, ‘That’s not a hat; it’s an abomination. It looks like a godforsaken dead bird! I will not have you mock this court. Get that thing off your head, and don’t ever let me see you inappropriately attired in my courtroom again, or I will find you in contempt!’ She meekly replied, ‘Yes, Your Honor.’ So much for the ever-so-cool Ms. Randall. You never saw anything disappear quicker than that hat. I nearly collapsed in laughter. I lost the bet, but it was worth every penny. Oh, and since it cost me five hundred smackers, I took the hat as a trophy! I gave it to Maggie, told her it would turn me on if she would come to bed naked wearing just the hat.” He raised and lowered his eyebrows lasciviously like Groucho Marx. “I feathered her nest pretty good due to that hat!”
“No more, Seth, please. I can’t take it. You’re so funny!” Adelia held her sides, which hurt from laughing. It felt good to escape the pressures of her own life. Seth was terrifically entertaining, and she was glad that she had convinced him and Maggie to stay. She and Miles needed to have some regular friends.
Across the room, Miles was in conversation with Maggie, Karolin, and two couples.
“My Seth could seduce the devil, I swear. Look at your wife and him. They look as if they’ve known each other forever.”
One look at Miles, and Karolin knew exactly what he was thinking. “Yes, they are getting along swimmingly, aren’t they, Miles? Adelia has such an inviting way about her.” Karolin smirked and batted her eyelashes at her brother, who was focused on her veiled innuendo.
Miles’s eyes narrowed as he watched Adelia respond to whatever Seth was saying. He felt his gut tighten in jealousy. The more he stared, the sicker he felt. She was beautiful. Why wouldn’t men be attracted to her? In his heart, he knew she belonged to him, but still it was impossible for him not to feel jealous of anyone or anything that might infringe on what was his. In business, he was smooth as silk, controlled, and dispassionate, but when it came to Adelia, he had no self-control. He simmered, unable to tear his eyes away. All he wanted to do was throw the guy out of his house.
When everyone finally went home, he and Adelia retired to their bedroom for a nap.
“You were having a pretty good time with Seth.”
“He is so funny, Miles. He’s a really nice guy. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard.”
“Yeah, I saw how happy you were.”
“Miles, do I detect a little jealousy?”
He grabbed her hand, pulling her into his arms. “Do I detect your pleasure in knowing I’m capable of being jealous?”
She kissed him lightly. “Silly man. Why would I need anything more than what we have?”
“Just keep that in mind.” He pulled her to the bed, eager to reclaim what was his. He knew he was like a dog marking his territory.
The thought of not seeing or touching her for a week made him feel like an addict being deprived of his heroin. He needed to possess her in every way. Slowly, he undressed her, kissing each newly exposed inch of her skin. The afternoon sun filtered into the bedroom, casting a warm glow on her body. The twins’ birth had filled out Adelia’s breasts, and they had retained that motherly fullness. He sucked and caressed each one gently as his fingers etched themselves into the pink jewel of her sex. As he sucked and pulled at her nipples, his other hand deftly aroused her. He watched her features transpose in ecstasy. The effect of her pleasure excited him like an animal in heat. It was a stimulant that he loved. It filled him with a power that could only be satisfied by her satisfaction, willing or unwilling. It was almost as if he could taste her pheromone secretions in his mouth. Candied nectar emanated from inside her and turned his cock into steel. He was a sword, and she was his sheath. “Come on, baby; I want to see you come. I want you wet and sated and ready for my cock.”
His tongue traced a trail from her breast down to her belly button; it darted in and out as he sucked her. She could feel the current spread down to her groin. He knew her hot spots and never failed to ignite them. Then he spread her legs and continued down her body until he reached the kernel of her sex. Slowly, he sucked and kissed her in adoration.
“Ohh, Miles, oh my God…it feels so good.” She felt herself go rigid as the heat of his lips inflamed her. It was impossible for her to suppress the movement of her hips that lifted in search of satisfaction.
“Relax, baby; don’t tighten. It will feel so much better if you just let it take you. Then I’m going to fuck you slow and hard. That’s good. I can feel your jewel hardening and quivering. You taste so good. It’s like a rosebud opening in my mouth. Oh, yeah, baby, I can taste your love juices.”
“Ahh, Miles…I can’t stop it…ohhh, yes.”
“Don’t stop baby…” he groaned in anticipation, “seeing you come drives me wild.”
He could see the pink glow of climax as blood rushed to her face and neck. Her nipple hardened between his fingers. He sucked and sucked as she shook in orgasm. He growled with satisfaction at her pleasure until her tremors slowly abated. She lay completely limp and drained, just the way he wanted her. He got up on his knees before her, feasting his eyes on her. His penis throbbed and moved of its own will. It seemed to point and arch toward its own fulfillment within her. He held it lightly, running his hand down the length of it. He was so aroused.
Adelia moistened her lips; her hooded eyes were locked on his.
“Look what I have for you, baby. It’s big and hard and wants to bury itself in you. This orgasm is going to feel even better than the last.”
The way she looked at his cock brought a glistening drop of semen to the head. “I’m so wet and empty. Fill me, baby.” Moaning, she parted her lips in expectation.
Slowly he lowered himself into her, inch by inch. The walls of her vagina had contracted after her orgasm, and even though she was well lubricated, she was tight. Her sudden intake of breath was an indication of her yielding to his size and dominance. “Ah…yes.” He fought to control himself from having a premature ejaculation. Biting his lower lip, he eased in and out of her as slowly as he could bear. He could feel her heat up beneath him as he stoked her fire. Her nails dug into his back as he subjugated her to his will.
“More, fuck me faster. Your hard cock feels so good inside of me.”
“How good does it feel, baby? Tell me.” He continued with a steady rhythm, holding back as he watched her face.
“You know how much I love your cock in me. It makes me feel complete when you’re fucking me.”
He loved the thick, husky sound of her wanting him. Her need ignited him. He quickened his thrusts as she cried out in pleasure.
“Yes…yes…fill me.”
He couldn’t take much more. It was like ocean waves breaking over him. He was drowning in her. He began to hammer her with a sharp, staccato rhythm that she answered with short, gasping breaths as she lay pliant beneath him. He grabbed her hands, lifted them over her head, and pinned them as if she were handcuffed. The lengthening of her body caused her full breasts to stretch and her back to arch, exposing her even more to his hungry eyes and pounding cock.
With the intensity of his banging, he felt her spasms increase and then her stiffening and crying out as she came with him. All of his senses exploded as he released, filling her cup. It was like swimming against the tide and finally reaching shore. He gasped for air, collapsing upon her, his mouth seeking hers for replenishment. She was his sustenance, the gift for all of his efforts. He thought of the many women with whom he came in contact. Many of them tried to entice him with innuendos of tastes that they hoped to tempt him to sample. His senses responded only to her—the taste of her, the scent of her, the sight of her. When he touched her, it was like holding the Holy Grai
l. Karolin would have to conform to his wishes. He would never give up what had eluded him all of his life. The fulfillment of family with Adelia had completed him. She had bewitched him and he relished it.
“I’m going to miss you.” Her voice was thick as honey.
The sweet afterglow enveloped him. “I hate to leave you,” he said, nuzzling her, “but coming home will be so sweet.”
Chapter 22
The limousine left 10 Columbus Circle on its way to the Plaza Hotel, where Adelia and Karolin were staying because the apartment at Trump Tower was being renovated. Both Karolin and Adelia had tried to dissuade Miles from the additional project, but he was determined to make the apartment a showcase. When another apartment on the floor came up for sale, he pounced on it and decided to break through the common wall and combine them; his rationalization was that they needed more space for the kids. Of course, this required an extensive remodel and redecoration. It would be months until the apartment was habitable.
The limousine was stuffed to the gills with bags and boxes. Adelia’s purchases were modest in comparison to those of Karolin, who could easily fill a closet with new outfits, handbags, and shoes from today’s outing. They had grabbed a small bite and cocktails at PerSe. Adelia was exhausted and couldn’t wait to undress and relax in her room. The limousine pulled up in front of the hotel, and the two women quickly exited.
Karolin pressed a twenty-dollar bill into the hand of the waiting doorman. “Warren, please see that the bags are sent up to my room.”
Adelia was several steps ahead of Karolin, on her way to the elevators. She had a headache and was feeling a bit tipsy from the cocktails.
“Adelia, please, let’s stop and have one more cocktail at the Rose Club? I’m too wound up to sit in the room so early.”
“Oh, Karolin, please, I’m really tired.”
“Please, Delie, just one drink. I promise.”
Adelia looked longingly toward the elevators, sighing. “Just one, Karolin. OK?”
Karolin smiled sweetly. “You’re the best!”
They were shown to a velvety banquette in a darkened corner of the room and served two glasses of rose champagne. The appropriately named bar glowed pink in the mellow light.
Karolin raised her glass. “To you, Adelia, for being such a good sport.”
Adelia shook her head in amusement. “To my sister-in-law, who always gets her way. Shopping with you is a serious sport.” She put her champagne flute down. “I must go to the ladies’ room before I take another sip of anything.”
With Adelia gone, Karolin opened her purse and removed a plastic bag filled with brown crystals. With a cursory glance around the bar, she poured the contents into Adelia’s champagne and stirred it. Disposing of the bag, she picked up her cell phone and sent a quick text. Then she signaled the waiter for two more and sat back to enjoy her champagne.
“Drink up, Delie. I ordered two more.”
“Karolin, you promised just one.”
She crinkled her eyes, smiling. “I lied.”
Adelia drank her champagne, thinking that if she looked tired enough, Karolin might feel pity and let her go up to her room. The second glass went down even easier than the first, and oddly enough, she didn’t feel tired at all; she felt stimulated. By the third glass, they had been joined by two exceedingly handsome men. The father, John, and son, Marc, were in town for a convention and seemed happy to chat with two beautiful women. Adelia felt euphoric as she listened to the men and Karolin talk. She was too high to really pay much attention or follow what they were saying. The son, who must have been in his twenties, had black, wavy hair and hypnotic, dark eyes that seemed to find hers whenever she glanced at him. He had a habit of licking his full lips and running his fingers through his hair when he spoke.
She didn’t know why, but the lights in the room kept changing colors before her eyes. She fluttered her eyelids to clear her head, but the room seemed to dance before her. Even the music was mesmerizing, and she couldn’t control herself from moving with the rhythm as she hummed dreamily. Marc stared at her, and she smiled when he licked his lips again. She closed her eyes for a moment and leaned her head back, absorbing the sounds, tastes, and scents that accosted her. Her senses were overloaded, unable to process the ripples of excitement that engulfed her.
When she opened her eyes and lifted her head, all she saw were the two men staring at her. “Where’s Karolin?” Her tongue felt thick, and it was difficult for her to speak.
“She was tired and went to bed,” said the silver-haired father.
“Oh…I need to go to bed.” She tried to stand, but her legs felt like gelatin, and she stumbled back into the booth, giggling. “Would you be so kind as to help me get to my room? I don’t understand why Karolin left me here.”
“We’d love to take you to your room.”
The two men stood, and putting their arms around Adelia to support her, they escorted her to the elevator. They got her into the elevator and propped her against the wall. John pushed the button for the nineteenth floor.
With her words slurring, she waved her finger as if she were reprimanding a child. “How’d you know what floor my room’s on?”
“You told us,” said the older man, running his fingers teasingly down her cheek.
“I did? I don’t remember,” she slurred as she brushed his fingers away. “Oh, my goodness…I’m so dizzy, all I feel are sensations all over my body. I apologize…I can’t seem to think or speak.”
“Don’t worry. We’re going to take good care of you, sugar.”
When they got to the room, the older man took the key from her purse and unlocked the door.
Holding on to the doorframe, she turned, slurring, “Good night, g-g-gentlemen. Thank you for helping me up to my room. Y-y-you’ve been very nice.”
She tried to close the door, but the younger man stuck his foot out, holding it open. He took her arm and pulled her into the room. “We just want to make sure you’re safe, sugar.” He turned to his father. “Go on, Dad. I’ll be fine with her. I’ll let you in when you return with the gear.” He winked, shutting the door.
The older man was gone in an instant. He knocked on the door of a room across the hall. Karolin opened the door and handed him a heavy, leather duffel bag. “How is she?”
“I would say that she is going to enjoy every minute of what’s about to happen.”
“Be sure you give her this. The LSD will react with the XTC and cause her to hallucinate. She won’t remember a thing in the morning. Remember not to shoot any of the background or anything in the room. Nothing that reveals where she is. I will give you the first payment tonight. The second I will pay when I have assessed the quality of the images.”
“I’d say we should be done in an hour.”
“I’ll be waiting.” She shut the door.
John knocked, and Marc opened the door. Adelia was sprawled, semiconscious, on the living room couch. John handed the pill to Marc and told him to get some water and make sure she took it. Then he went to the bedroom, unloaded a camera from the bag, and set up a tripod. Ten minutes later, Marc poked his head in. “She’s starting to hallucinate, keeps talking about all of the pretty colors. I’ve got her clothes off. Wait till you see the body on this broad. Man, she’s so ready, and so am I. This is definitely going to be more pleasure than work. What a babe!”
The room was spinning around Adelia. Someone had undressed her, but she couldn’t focus enough to see who it was. Music filled the air, and she could smell the floral scent of candles burning. Her body was hot, and it felt like a thousand hands were rubbing her all over. Her breasts ached; someone was sucking on them. She could make out a dark head attached to her nipple. “Miles, you surprised me and came home early.” She was slurring, her words barely comprehensible. “I feel electrified…”
A voice whispered, “Yes, baby, I came ba
ck early, and I’m going to fuck you all night long. You’re going to have to beg me to stop. I’ll bet you’ll come a hundred times.”
“I can’t control…it feels too strong, too many colors. I keep seeing flashes, but you feel so good…I…I…oh…I want you.” She reached up to embrace the man who now stood naked before her. She tried to focus on Miles, but all she could see was his ramrod cock extended toward her.
Marc couldn’t wait to stick his dick in her. When he was done with her, she wouldn’t be talking about Miles anymore. He spread her legs and began to eat her pussy, fucking her with his tongue. She moaned like an animal her fingers clawed the bed. Another flash went off, and she covered her eyes with her arms, trying to avoid the blinding light. John moved to the bed and pulled her arm down, revealing her face once more. He snapped a shot of her, a close-up of her lips parted in sensual excitement.
“Man, I may just have to fuck her too. Those drugs must be powerful. I’ve never seen anyone who wanted it so much.”
“No way, man. This one’s mine.” His tongue licked her clitoris, causing goose bumps to rise on her skin. “Besides, the other woman doesn’t want photos of both of us. Just the young, hot, stud lover, remember?”
“Who says we have to have photos? I just wanna dip my stick in her for pleasure.”
“Just take the shots, John. You’re killing my hard-on. Look how wet and ready she is.”
Marc lapped at Adelia and blew hot air on her swollen clitoris. He buried his face in her as she trembled in abandon. She screamed in climax as wave after wave of sensation enveloped her.
“Oh, baby, just wait. We’re just getting started. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to move.”
“Miles, no more; please, no more.”
He flung her on her stomach and pulled her rear up, balancing her on her knees. He was hung like a horse, and he posed, resting his cock on her ass, and caressed her while John took several pictures from different angles. Then, gritting his teeth in expectation, he shoved himself into her, fully arching his back. “Man, don’t let me come yet,” he moaned, “you can’t believe what a tight little box she has.” Fully inside of her, he fought to regain his composure while John documented the moment. Adelia wildly clawed the sheets, trying to pull away from him. He held fast to her hips as he ground his dick in her.