by Adler
I feel a tingle in my lower belly as I say this. Oh how I want to be in there with Mega Mogul rather than out here with Brad.
His lip curls and he scoffs, “Yeah, I’ll bet.”
He holds up his hand to stop my response, “I’ll call you later this week and maybe you’ll take pity on me and succumb to my humble requests for your company at a coffee house.”
“Wow Brad, pouring on the charm. Too bad it’s lost on me.” I laugh. “Okay, call me later next week. It’s almost the weekend and I plan to relax.”
His mouth opens to make another snide comment. I hush him and then send him on his way.
I realize that I’m still holding the flowers Bradley brought me.
I walk back into the building and notice that Harrison is no longer standing there. Where could he have gone? I start to walk toward the wall of windows when the side door off the lobby opens and the strange little dark-haired man, Philippe, appears. I had thought that he was back in Montreal.
“Mademoiselle, Monsieur Towers would like you to join him in his penthouse if you are done with your business down here.”
He takes the flowers from me.
“I will have these for you upstairs in water.”
“Thank you, Philippe.” I head to the private elevator.
I turn to say something else to Philippe, but he’s already disappeared. He must use the service elevator. I go to grab my belongings from behind the reception desk, but they aren’t there. My purse and briefcase are missing. In all of the excitement and crowds of people, who knows where they have gone off to? Shit! My car keys are in there and my wallet along with a lot of personal effects that I’m not interested in having to replace. At least my mobile is in my pocket with my business cards.
I walk back to the elevator and realize that my pass card for the elevator is also on my key ring, which is in the purse. I grab my phone and send Harrison a text.
4:39 PM
Me
My purse is gone and my passkey is in it. could you send elevator?
Send.
Waiting.
And waiting.
Buzz.
4:41PM
Harrison Towers
Well that is very careless of you. I am not happy that someone may have access to my building and penthouse.
Oh no, he’s mad. Crap!
4:41PM
Me
I’m so sorry. I had it stashed behind the reception desk. I don’t know where it could have gone!
Send.
And waiting again.
Then I hear the elevator coming. Ding. The doors open and Philippe is in there. He nods. “Mademoiselle.”
As the elevator heads to the top floor, my stomach churns. Now I will have to deal with canceling my credit cards and getting my card re-keyed at my condo. Not to mention, now Harrison is mad at me. Butterflies cause a ruckus in my stomach and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. Oh dear, this is not how I wanted my day three to end up.
Ding. The elevator doors glide open and I’m greeted with the gentle swooshing of the water wall. I glance back at Philippe and he gestures for me to exit the elevator. I don’t know why I’m so hesitant; it isn’t my fault that my purse and pass card have been taken. Oh dear, why do these things always happen to me?
Philippe now walks briskly ahead and shows me into the grand living room, as if I didn’t know the way. I gasp as we enter the room, there is Harrison standing with his jacket off now, top two buttons undone and his tie loosened and hanging slightly askew. His hair is perfectly messed up. He advances toward me and hands me a glass of champagne. As he does so, his fingers graze against mine. Shock waves radiate over my entire body from that little touch. He flashes his megawatt toothpaste ad smile and then clinks his glass to mine and says, “To a successful opening.”
I nod and smile. He then takes a quick sip of his drink and licks his lips while locking his gaze on mine. Gasp, I can feel my loins stirring with the memory of his mouth exploring my entire body with special attention to my “P”.
Just as I feel my face turn every shade of red in the spectrum, he turns and walks toward the white leather sofa, reaches down and says, ”I do believe this is yours?”
I furrow my brow with confusion. It’s my purse and briefcase. “Oh, thank goodness, where did you find it, how did it end up here?”
“You shouldn’t be so careless, Danielle. Philippe brought it up here for safekeeping.”
Now that makes me mad, I had it secured at the reception desk. There was no reason for it to be relocated.
“Mr. Towers.”
He smirks and then interrupts, “Harrison.”
“Right, Harrison.” I’m getting very agitated.
“I will have you know that I was not, in fact, careless, I had secured my belongings at the reception desk.” I put the glass down on the side table.
“Thank you for the champagne. Did you need me for anything else, because if not, I will just take my careless self home now.”
He gives that infuriating smirk. It makes me crazy because I can’t tell if he’s laughing at me or what.
“Actually, there is one thing, how did your ex, uh Mr. Pyne, end up at the grand opening?”
Okay, where are we going with this line of questioning? I shrug my shoulders.
“I don’t know, he said he wanted to show me support for my design business. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason, I just found it unusual considering what you told me about your relationship with him. Is there something still between you?”
What the hell?
“Harrison, I am really uncomfortable with this conversation. Bradley is simply my ex, and he wanted to bring me flowers. Maybe he feels bad about things and this is his way of reaching out to me. I think he may have a case of a guilty conscience.”
I find it odd that Harrison should concern himself anyway.
He stands there studying my face for what feels like an eternity and to the point where I start to feel awkward. He takes a last swig of his drink and sets his glass next to mine. He takes the briefcase and purse from my hands and discards them on the chaise lounge. In one swift movement, I find myself in his embrace. His lips come crashing down on mine and my knees buckle. Oh my, I think I’ve just swooned.
I can feel every fiber in my body respond with an intensity that could only be similar to sticking my finger in a light socket. My lips quiver under his as his hands reach for my ass and he starts to caress and kneed it while pressing his hard cock against my crotch.
We stand there probing each other’s mouths. Tongue seeking tongue, lips pressing to lips. I let my hands travel to his butt and mimic his movements. He lets out a deep guttural moan and then says in a raspy voice, “I want to finish the christening by fucking you on every surface in every room. And we are starting here.” I take in a quick shallow breath as my loins start to throb.
I feel myself getting very wet in my panties and I want nothing more than to screw his brains out over and over again. He turns to me and helps me slip out of my jacket. He lays it across the chaise next to my purse. He then works on unbuttoning my silk blouse with very capable and nimble fingers.
He discards my blouse. He then moves to my skirt; he reaches his hands behind me and unzips it, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle around me feet. My chain belt remains slung around my waist. He runs his fingers along the beads and metal and then he moves his hands back up to my bra and unleashes my breasts, tossing my bra somewhere on the floor.
He leans down and begins his assault on my nipples with his teeth while flicking his tongue on the tips. Oh, it’s just how I imagined him doing it. I moan and arch my back, the fire signals being received gladly.
I feel the flames licking at my "P" as the pulsing down there gets more and more intense at each flick of his tongue on my breasts. In another swift movement, Harrison clears all of the items on the chaise, picks me up, and deposits me on the cool leather.
He stands above me with
his pants tenting from his erection and I squirm with anticipation because I know that it’s all in response to me. With lightning speed, he removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt but he doesn’t take it off. He unzips his fly and lets his pants drop to the ground. Aha, he is wearing a black pair of Calvin boxer briefs. So sexy. He removes his briefs and unleashes the erection that is just for me.
He moves over to me and I take his cock and start stroking it with one hand, and then I tentatively wrap my lips around the bulging tip. He lets out a loud moan and puts his hand on my shoulder as I begin to suck his cock. I use my hand to create pressure up and down the shaft. I look up at him during one moment and all I can see in his eyes is pure desire. He looks down into my eyes with such intensity and I feel like I might cum right there. He withdraws his cock from my mouth and pushes me onto my back on the chaise.
He removes my panties, but instead of removing my belt as well, he leaves it there. He leans down and gives me a drawn out passionate kiss and then he once again begins his assault on my nipples. He gently twists my nipples between his fingers while circling the tips with his tongue. I arch my back and moan in absolute pleasure. He moves his attention downward by using his tongue and trailing down to my “P”. He takes his fingers and parts my lower lips and with his tongue, he goes on an exploration of my most sensitive area.
His tongue darts in and out of my “P” in a slow and methodic rhythm. It’s an exquisite torture once he begins to rub my clit with his thumb. I realize that I’m holding my breath. I let out a large sigh and just as I do so, he plunges two fingers into my “P” and starts fucking me with his fingers. In and out in a steady pace all while still rubbing my clit with his thumb. I find my hips arching to receive his assault. He keeps at this pace as I feel my body getting ready for its grand release.
Just as he is about to push me over the edge, with absolute finesse, he inserts his throbbing shaft into my inferno and starts pumping into me, hard. In and out, he slams his dick against my g-spot. I wrap my legs around his back while grasping at his butt to pull him in deeper. He responds by deepening his thrust and then he hits the head of his cock on my intense pleasure spot and I scream out in ecstasy. I throw back my head and arch my back with my legs still secured around him; his length invades my pelvis. He stiffens his body and then his release spills into me. With a loud groan, he collapses onto the chaise with me.
The aftershocks of my own release continue to convulse through me, I feel his cock still in me, and it too has its own moment of pleasure. Harrison continues to lay on me. His sweaty flesh melds with mine. His breathing finally returns to a normal rhythm as does mine. We stay like that for at least 10 minutes. Then he withdraws his cock from me and stands up. With that sexy smirk of his, he reaches his hand out and helps me up. He embraces me for a minute, then he grabs the bottle of champagne and my hand and leads me to the master bedroom.
I follow him into the bedroom and he heads toward the en-suite bathroom. It’s so sexy in there. The travertine tile was such an excellent choice. We ran it up the vertical surfaces and the entire tub, shower and vanity. It isn’t overwhelming, but rather it’s luxurious. Hmmm. Wonder what he has in mind. I’m still reeling from the intense orgasm he just gave me and I feel very tired. I would love to just relax. We walk into the bathroom, and the rectangular tub is straight ahead with candles lit on the tub deck. The water cascades out of the waterfall faucet and into a tub that is filled with bubbles. The smell of ginger and sandalwood wafting through the damp air is heady. Wait, how did he do this? Whoa, impressive. He must have had Philippe prepare this. I blush at the thought.
He reaches over to me, removes my chain belt from my waist, and drops it to the ground. Then he removes his dress shirt.
He walks me into the glass shower and turns on the multi head. He leaves me there for a second, and I watch him walk over to the vanity and pick up a remote. He pushes a button, and then I hear music. It’s kind of hard to hear over the water, but it sounds like smooth jazz of some sort. I can’t make out the singer, but it has a pulsing Sade kind of sound.
He rejoins me in the shower reaches over, and turns off the water.
With the champagne bottle still in hand, he puts his free hand under my chin and gently tilts my head back. He starts to pour the champagne into my mouth. It bubbles up so that it spills out; he leans down and licks it off. He then pours some into his mouth and then more into mine, but this time he leans over and plants his lips on mine while I am still swallowing. He darts his tongue into my mouth so we both savor in the tasty bubbles. He pulls away and with a mischievous look on his face, he takes the bottle and starts pouring it over my head and then my entire body. He sets the bottle on the tile floor, the music is still pumping through the surround sound and I recognize that it is Sade. Hmm, good ear. Harrison begins to lick the champagne off my neck, trailing down to my breasts, suckling and nibbling them. He keeps working his way down to the soft curves of my belly and then stops just above my clit. He looks up at me with crystal blue eyes and flashes a wicked smile.
“I like a smooth pussy. It makes my job all that more pleasurable.” With that, he goes back to work with his tongue. He pushes back my folds and seeks out my heated "P". He moves his tongue in and out as if it is his dick. I moan and reach out to brace my hand on the tiled wall. “That’s right, now spread your legs,” he growls. I put both hands on the wall and do as he says, spreading my legs.
He stands up, walks over to the tub, and turns off the water. When he returns he reaches around me and turns the shower back on. He grabs me around the middle, bends me over at the waist and starts pumping me from behind. At this angle it gets so much deeper and it almost sends me skyrocketing. I put my hands on the glass. He reaches around to my front and his fingers seek out my clit. I just about cum just from his touch, but I manage to hold it back.
My legs are getting weak from maintaining this position, but the deep penetration of his ample dick is intoxicating. I can feel my body moving against his thrust making it even more intense. He starts breathing very heavily and a steady flow of moans escapes his curved sexy lips. I can feel my ”P” engorged and ready for release. We keep at this and I savor every thrust and every pulse of his dick in me when abruptly he pulls out, stands me up and turns me around.
“Next location, Danielle.”
He leads me by the hand to the tub. He climbs in first and then gestures for me to follow him in. He puts his hands on my waist and helps me to lower myself onto his shaft. I impale myself on the hard rod and with his hands still on my waist; I ride up and down in a slow and steady pace. He parts his lips and licks them with his tortuous tongue. I get even more tingly down there when I look at the lust in his eyes and the pleasure that is spread across his face. I continue to ride him in the warm water. I run my hands over his chiseled chest and take note of how his abdominal muscles feel under my fingers as they flex and move with me. I start to pick up the pace and then he meets me with his hips. I pay no attention to the whirlpool effect of the water in the tub as it splashes and spills over the sides. I hardly notice the candles snuffed from the escaped water. I only notice how I’m giving Harrison pleasure. My own pleasure is so immense that I feel tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. We match thrust for thrust and in one final pummel of his dick deep into my "P", he yells out, “Look at me when you cum!” I feel his seed spilling deep inside me and I find my own tightening and release. He reaches up and pulls my mouth to his and as he does so, it sends another shock straight to my pleasure and releases yet another wave of convulsions deep inside me. Whoa, rolling orgasms, that’s a first.
I sit back up and he helps me dismount. He gives me that megawatt smile.
“All this has given me a huge appetite. Let’s get the champagne shower washed off and get something to eat.” I am at a loss for words so all I can do is nod my head. He reaches over and turns the water back and then he grabs the bottle of bubbles and dumps more under the running water. He settles back into the
tub and pulls me against him and I sit between his legs. He grabs a sea sponge and proceeds to wash me down with it. At some point, I grab the sponge from him and start to wash him. I gently start at his head, and then trace the sponge down his face, his chest, across his abs and start to head down to his groin. He grabs my hand as if to say stop. I lock eyes with him. He groans and then leans in for a deep tongue-seeking kiss.
All at once, he stands up, taking me with him and I can see he is ready for round three. Whoa, at this rate I will be walking bowlegged for the next week. He grabs a towel off the rack and dries me off. He wraps a towel around his waist. With beads of water still dripping down his torso, he grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He turns to me and with that sexy smirk, he says in his car commercial announcer voice, “Location three.”
He picks me up and literally throws me onto the bed. I land on the silver and white duvet comforter with a poof. I am bare and naked on this luxurious 1200 thread count duvet cover and I know the sheets are every bit as decadent. He drops the towel on the floor and I can see he is ready. Just from looking at his throbbing erection, I can feel my own body readying itself for play. Wonder what he has in mind this round.
He crawls onto the bed, takes me by the back of my head with his hand, and kisses me deeply and passionately. When we come up for air, he says, “Dinner can wait; I think I’ll have you as my appetizer.”
Oh lord, I feel another wave of tightness building in my loins and my “P” is ready for him. He pulls me onto my back then pushes my legs open as far as they will go and then he hops off the bed.
I lay there feeling very self-conscious with my legs spread eagle and my “P” throbbing with anticipation. He quickly returns with two cashmere scarves. He ties one on each ankle and then ties the other ends to the footboard of the bed. Aha, that’s why he wanted the bed frame with the mod cutouts. While he continues to tie my legs, I wonder how he got his personal things moved in between last night and now.