The Sunday Arrangement

by Lucy Smith

  After a minute, he replaced the cold with the tip of his tongue that was also cool from the ice, but soon it warmed up. He alternated between the ice and his tongue, moving them all over my pussy, but ignoring my clit. It was both wondrous and agonizing, having him move back and forth between the two sensations. I found myself becoming very vocal, and I desperately wanted my hands to be free so that I could run my hands through his hair and push him against me more.

  I moaned. “Please, Pierce, stop teasing. I can’t take much more.”

  He laughed softly, but said nothing. He moved the ice against my clit now, and my legs jumped. It was colder there than it had been on the other parts of me. His arms came up to hold my legs, to keep them from tightening around his head like they were trying to do. Cold to hot against my clit. It sent bursts of pleasure through me from my toes to the tips of my fingers. I no longer had control over what my body did, and it felt as if my body was moving on its own accord to the pleasure he created at my core. I came, and I came hard. He continued to use his tongue against my clit until my orgasm calmed down and I could breathe again. “Oh my God,” I whimpered. “Oh my God.”

  He moved off the bed again, and I heard him rustling around in his clothes. Seconds later, he was back in bed with me. This time he swirled something soft around my nipples. I couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt amazing. My sense of touch had been heightened by not being able to see. The tip of whatever he was using was stiff, but nevertheless very soft. He kissed me softly and moved the item along my lips and cheeks. It felt more intimate to me now. He leaned to one side of the bed. I heard the sound of the whipped cream can.

  “Don’t lick your lips yet,” he commanded as I felt him put some of the cream onto my lips. He sprayed cream on each of my nipples. I lifted my ass as he pulled my panties off. Whipped cream then went onto my pussy. He put the cream down with a clunk on the floor and licked the cream off. Still extremely aroused from my last orgasm, I was sensitive to his every touch. The subtle flicks of his warm tongue caressed me and quickly brought me within inches of another one, but he stopped just before release overtook me. I groaned with longing, and he moved back up my body to lick the now-melting cream from my nipples. Last were my lips. He took his time kissing me. The cream tasted so sweet, so delicious. But it was nothing compared to the taste of his luscious lips. I pulled at my binds, and I wanted to be able to kiss him back with my arms wrapped around his neck. Soon all trace of the sticky cream was off my lips.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he whispered in my ear. I shuddered as his hot breath hit my neck. He moved off the bed again for a moment, and I heard my bedside table drawer open. He was back on the bed within seconds. He repositioned my legs so that they would rest on his shoulders. I could feel him position his cock at my center, and I braced myself in anticipation of his large offering. Forcefully, he pushed himself into me. The pleasure within me exploded as I took in the full length of him. Immediately, he began to thrust with intensity.

  I pushed my hands into the headboard to keep from hitting my head. I could hear his heavy breathing as he picked up the pace and thrust into me harder. He brushed against my clit with every other thrust and soon the dormant orgasm was surfacing once more. I came again, milking his cock for all it was worth. He moaned over me and soon came himself.

  “Oh shit,” he whispered. “Shit, you feel so good.”

  His movements stilled as he collapsed on the bed. After a few minutes of ragged breathing, he released the scarves. With my hands free, I removed his tie and the scarves from around my wrists. He was already drifting off to sleep. I couldn’t help but feel pleased that he wasn’t in such a hurry to leave my condo.

  ~*~*~*~

  When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, as I suspected he would be. My bedroom looked like a scene straight off the strip of Vegas, which was only appropriate. My panties were on the floor, my corset along the far wall. The whipped cream was on the floor next to a feather. I smiled, realizing that’s what he used on me. Amazing what one little feather could do. I got up from the bed and took a shower; my sides were still sticky from the whipped cream. I wondered what he had planned for this upcoming Sunday.

  The week coming up would be a hectic one; we had the presentation to give in order to win over the shareholders and the other interested parties. It would make or break our budget for the casino, and we needed a big budget in order to bring Pierce’s vision to life.

  Chapter Twenty

  I walked into the office Monday morning, and Pierce, for the first time since I started working with him, looked panicked. He was hunched over a stack of papers, looking confused and pathetic.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “April sent me a text this morning saying that she quit. That she couldn’t take working with me any longer and that I’m a scumbag.” I set my suitcase on the table and laughed. Typical April, sounding so very unprofessional by airing her personal feelings. “Well, she’s got a point there. I mean, the girl was in love with you for Christ’s sake. She even cleaned your apartment when she was there!” I sat down at the table. “Is that the only thing that has your panties in a wad this morning?”

  “After that she sent another text saying she hadn’t called any of the Maverick partners to set up the meeting,” he continued frantically. “The meeting is supposed to be tomorrow. What am I going to do now?”

  I frowned. “I’ll call Monica, my assistant, and have her contact the partners from Maverick Corp. Hopefully she’ll be able to patch things up so that they won’t be too mad that the meeting was made last second.”

  He looked almost relieved when I took out my cell phone to make the call to Monica.

  Afterwards, I told Pierce, “She said she’d take care of it and not to worry. The meeting will still be on for tomorrow. They may not be too happy about it, but they’ll be here. That’s all that matters.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t know what’s gotten into that girl. I thought she understood what we had going on.”

  “She’s young, Pierce. She probably thought you two would end up getting married.”

  “Then what changed? Why does she all of a sudden think I’m a scumbag?”

  “The other night when we had the threesome, she woke up to you holding me and not her. She took that to mean that she’s not as important to you as she thought she was . . .”

  He tossed the papers on the table. “That’s just crazy. I never did anything to show her that I was interested in anything other than sex.”

  I shrugged. “Most women try to find meaning and affection in the smallest of things, like you taking her to dinners and clubs. She probably took a hug or a hand on the lower back as something it wasn’t.”

  He looked at me sideways. “Do you do that?”

  “I knew what I was walking into when I agreed to this thing we have going on. I know that I shouldn’t expect anything more.” It was true—I shouldn’t expect anything more. Now, if only I could believe the words I had just spoken so confidently. Really, I was just as bad as April, constantly looking for more in some of his actions.

  He looked down at his hands. I tried to make sense of the emotion on his face but then shook my head. I was over-thinking again.

  “We should go over the presentation again, make sure that everything looks right and that we know what we’re going to say to convince them,” I said, breaking him from his reverie.

  “Yes, we should do that.”

  We spent half the day perfecting the presentation and our speeches. Pierce spent the rest of the day trying to find a last-minute assistant from the company who could work for him while he was still in Las Vegas. I hoped this one would be infinitely less annoying . . . and less attractive.

  ~*~*~*~

  The presentation day came and even though I’d done this at least a hundred times for Hart Corp, I was still nervous. I always had a tiny fear of speaking in public. It usually went away once I got started, but
up until I started speaking, it would wrack my stomach to the point I refused to eat until it was over.

  Monica came through for us. All the partners we needed and then some showed up, and none of them complained about having to come at the last minute. I made a note in my phone to give her a raise and an extra bonus come Christmas; she’d earned both for completing this monstrous task without complaint.

  The presentation went well. Pierce and I covered everything, from our initial goal, what we wanted to offer guests, and how the casino would look. We covered other areas of potential prizes and how we would market it so that people of all types could gamble, pay for spa treatments, and other things.

  Most of our partners were willing to invest in the project; the few that were hesitant we won over by answering their questions and offering them all free hotel service and spa treatments for themselves and their immediate families. Our budget was high enough that we could have the luxury of buying the more expensive materials and hiring a professional staff. We would be the talk of Las Vegas for years; I had no doubt about this.

  That night Pierce and I went out for a victory dinner at one of the black-tie restaurants in town. I wore a forest-green chiffon gown that just barely touched the floor. My hair was set in an elegant up-do braid. Pierce looked handsome in his tails and black bow tie. The place was beautiful with white granite floors and huge crystal chandlers. A live orchestra played soft songs from many well-known composers with grace and harmony. The food was divine. I’d eaten at many restaurants like this in my lifetime, but this was by far the best when it came to the food.

  There was only one thing bothering me, however. I felt as if we were being watched, but I couldn’t tell from where and this made me uneasy. I guessed that Pierce noticed, too, because he asked me to dance with him. I accepted, but I was nervous. It’d been years since I’d had dancing lessons, and I was fairly certain that the song playing was a waltz.

  I let him lead as we danced. I hadn’t danced with anyone like this in years. I was surprised at how easily it came back to me as we danced together. It was fun. As we moved across the floor, I looked around the room. I wanted to find the person who was watching us. There were so many people watching couples dance it was impossible to find the set of eyes watching only me. I frowned.

  “What’s wrong? Is my dancing that terrible?” Pierce asked.

  I shook my head. “Your dancing is fine. I just can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching us.”

  “It’s good to know that I’m not the only one feeling that.”

  I pulled out of his arms. It was probably someone from the tabloids, and I didn’t want them making up something about us to put on the front cover of all the gossip magazines.

  Pierce held me tighter. “If it’s the tabloids, my father will take care of it. All we are doing is dancing, not kissing or dancing close together.”

  I still felt unsure, but allowed it anyway. We danced for three more songs before we both decided to leave. We went our separate ways going home and the feeling of being watched went away. I tried to reassure myself that it was nothing to worry about.

  ~*~*~*~

  The rest of the week, we set up the budget and let my brother know he could start getting a team together. He’d have to move out to Las Vegas for at least a year while the building got under way. That meant Margret and the kids would have to move out with him too, once the baby was able to fly.

  My father was thrilled that all the partners on both sides chose to invest. But I had a hard time talking to him, now that I knew all the details of his shady past. I wanted to talk to my mother about it, but it wasn’t exactly something that could be discussed over the telephone. I wanted to sit with her face-to-face when I brought it up. I had so many questions to ask her, but I’d have to wait to bring them up.

  Soon Sunday night came, and I met Pierce at his place. He hadn’t sent me any type of clue as to what he’d planned, which made me even more excited. He let me in and led me to the kitchen. On the counter was an assortment of food: strawberries, oysters, chocolate and caramel sauce, whipped cream, and cherries. Off to the side were two flutes filled with champagne. Next to them his phone vibrated as I came in.

  He quickly silenced it, leaving it on the counter. He smiled. “No more work for today.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I said mischievously. “I had some work for you in mind . . .”

  He eyes glimmered. “Would you like something to eat first?”

  “Looks delicious,” I said.

  “Lucas did a great job. I figure we haven’t had enough fun with food yet.”

  “At least I came hungry.”

  I picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate sauce. I bit into it; the strawberry was just right. The chocolate sauce got on my lips, and I turned to kiss him. He kissed me back hungrily, as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He lifted me up and placed me on the island in the center of his kitchen. It was long enough I could easily lie down. Much like our first time together, we divested ourselves of our clothing with little care to make that part of our foreplay. He rolled the island closer to where all the food was. I reached for the caramel sauce this time and placed a smear of it on his chest. Then I licked it off and nipped at his skin a little in the process. I remembered how he liked the pain from my nails when I used them on his chest while dressed up as French maid.

  He groaned a little, giving me the reaction I hoped for. With his finger, he placed the chocolate sauce over my left breast and licked it off. His tongue moved over my nipple in one quick swipe; a jolt of pleasure moved down my back. I took one of the flutes and then a strawberry. I took a bite of the strawberry and a sip of the champagne. The two mixed so well together that I closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste. He surprised me by kissing me while my eyes were still closed, and he used his tongue to open my mouth. I placed the flute down next to me and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss quickly grew heated, and I wrapped my legs around his naked hips to pull him closer. I could easily have kissed him for hours. His lips were strong, and he’d learned the way I liked to be kissed. Soon, however, he pulled away and pushed me down so that I was on my back. I watched as he got the whipped cream and cherries.

  He turned back to me and said, “I don’t know why, but I’ve always wanted to do this.” He placed a dollop of whipped cream and a cherry on both my nipples. I couldn’t help but laugh at the silliness of it. He laughed with me, and that made me happy. Soon our laughing calmed down, and he stood between my legs. He leaned over me and placed his hands on either side of me. He moved down and picked up the cherry and whipped cream off one breast in one motion. I’d never imagined I’d be doing this in a kitchen. I laughed again as he took the whipped cream and cherry from my other breast.

  I sat up and got off the island. It was only fair that I repaid him for the week before. I grabbed the bowls of chocolate and caramel and the whipped cream. I moved to my knees and placed the desserts beside me on the floor. His eyes grew heated with lust, and I felt myself grow aroused just from seeing that look in his eyes. I went to work using my fingers to place the caramel, chocolate, and whipped cream all over his cock. He looked pretty damn good—it also didn’t hurt that I liked all three of those desserts.

  My hands were covered in the sticky sauces, but I didn’t care. I grabbed his butt and moved him closer to me. Holding onto him as I leaned forward, I started licking off the chocolate sauce from the side of his cock. I felt playful, which was a new feeling for me when it came to sex; I’d been flirtatious before, but that was still different from this. My smile didn’t leave my face as I looked up at him and continued to lick the sweetness off him, hands-free. Apparently, he liked the fact that I was smiling while giving him head. He looked at me with such desire I almost wanted to pause. The thrill from seeing that look in his eye drove me on. I took the whipped cream off the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it. He groaned. His eyes were closed and he put his hand in my hair. He didn’t for
ce me down on him like I thought he would. It just rested there.

  I moved from his head down to the base of his shaft where I licked some of the caramel from his scrotum. I licked the chocolate from the place where his shaft and scrotum met. He jumped slightly, and I moved back to look at him. I didn’t think I’d hurt him, but I wanted to make sure.

  “I’m fine. Keep going,” he said. His voice was husky, making me even more excited. With one of my hands, I let go of his butt and rolled his balls in my hand. He liked that and moaned. While doing this, I moved to take the caramel off the other side of his cock with my lips and tongue. He was soon putty in my hands. He groaned and moaned at almost every touch. I could feel that he was close. As I cleaned up the last of the sweet mess, he came, and his cum hit me in the cheek, and even on my chest and neck. I wiped the cum off my cheek and placed my fingers in my mouth. He watched me, and I could see something click in his eyes. He moved onto his knees and kissed me. It was one of those kisses that was rare between us, where he cupped my cheek and made it feel sweet, almost loving. I had to remind myself not to fall into the kiss—I’d only get hurt like April.

  On that night we didn’t end up having sex. I wasn’t sure why. We kissed for a while and then he asked me to go home. Oddly enough, I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t happy either, though. He seemed confused, and I felt it was best to leave him to his thoughts. As I left his apartment, we walked through the kitchen to the front door. I saw his phone buzz on the counter once again. Toby’s name lit up on the screen.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  It was my Sunday coming up next, and I sort of wanted to give Pierce a taste of his own medicine. Nothing cruel. I wanted a threesome with him and another man. And I knew just who to ask—Lucas. He was not only handsome; he was smart and funny too. I’d been attracted to him since Pierce hired him. Now I just had to figure out a way to tell Pierce so that he wasn’t blindsided by it. Not all men were willing to have sex with another man joining in. I just wondered how far he’d willing to take it if he agreed. I had a fantasy in mind, but I wasn’t going to force him to do it if it made him uncomfortable. If he agreed to it, then we had to make sure Lucas was comfortable with it too.