Temptations - The Complete Series

by Annie Jocoby

  Our food arrived in short order, and I dug in with gusto. They certainly knew how to make delicious soup and salad, and, I had to admit, Slade’s meal looked even more divine than mine did. But mine certainly was delicious in its own right.

  “Slade, you have to figure something out. You might tell me that you can’t see me in peril, but I'll tell you that I would literally rather die than see you married to that psychotic bitch. You know that once you’re committed to her, there would be no leaving. She would kill you for sure, and me, too.”

  “Serena,” he said to me, taking my hand. “If I do give Charlotte what she wants, it will have to be permanent, as you said. Believe me, doing something like that would be the very last resort. I’d only do that if I knew for sure that Charlotte was ready to jump. I’m in contact with her agent, who is giving me the latest news. I should know by the end of the weekend what’s going on with her.”

  “Why don’t we…” I was going to suggest that we cut the brakes on her car, but stopped short in asking him that. I realized that I was dead serious about that suggestion, and the mere thought that I really wanted that made me feel squeamish.

  “Why don’t we what?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. Let’s talk about something else.”

  The evening wore on, and the wine flowed freely. By the time Slade and I we're ready to retire to our suite, I was feeling more than a little bit tipsy. I was looking forward to laying my head on that magnificent pillow on that amazing bed, and just falling asleep. Yet, I knew that Slade had other plans. Our quickie in the shower was something that was amazing, but I knew that the grand event was soon to come.

  I knew that because I also knew that Slade had brought our toys on the trip.

  We got back to the hotel room, and Slade went over to the grand piano. “What would you like to hear?” he asked me.

  “I’m in the mood for a something light,” I said. “Maybe some Bach or Mozart. As much as I love the Russian composers, their music is just a bit too dramatic for how I’m feeling this evening.”

  Slade smiled and launched into playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, which actually was one of my favorite pieces. He played several more pieces that sounded like light chamber music by Bach and Mozart, and I went over to the bar and poured both of us a nightcap. I handed Slade one of the drinks as I sipped my own while I watched him intently. I eventually sat beside him, and he stopped playing.

  “Hmmmm, maybe it’s time that I played something else,” he said, putting his arm around me.

  “Maybe it is.”

  He slammed down the piano lid and hoisted me up on it. “Wait right here,” he said.

  He disappeared into one of the bedrooms, and I found myself getting wet with anticipation. I heard him humming in the other room and I touched myself while I waited for him. I put my finger on my clit and massaged it, and put one of my other fingers inside of myself. I needed to feel him on me, needed to feel his warm skin enveloping my own. We had this gorgeous suite, and we were going to make the most of it.

  He came back out with a blindfold and two pairs of handcuffs. “Get undressed,” he said.

  I got up off the piano and slowly took off each layer of clothing. I took off my shoes and unbuckled my jeans, threw them off, and kicked them to the side. Next was my sweater and my bra. When I was completely naked, I stood before him, and he just stared at me appreciatively.

  “You’re like a work of art,” he said. “Michelangelo wouldn’t have been able to sculpt a more perfect form than your beautiful body.”

  I felt myself blushing, wondering if it was the fine scotch that was talking for him, or if he suddenly felt like opening up to me just a little bit more. “I could say the same about you.”

  He hoisted me up on the piano again, and blindfolded me. “Lay back,” he ordered, “and lift up your legs.”

  I did as I was told, and he snapped the handcuffs, one on each hand, and attached each of my hands to my ankles. The cold steel cut into my skin, and I immediately felt a rush. I loved this feeling, of giving up total control. I didn’t know what was coming, and that was what made the experience with Slade all the more enticing and exciting.

  I was laying in that position, my bent legs attached to my wrists by the cold handcuffs, and I waited to see what he was going to do. I soon felt the sensation of something cold being spread on my vagina, and the sound of whipped cream being poured out of a container. It was the familiar whoosh that I always heard whenever somebody was indulging in that particular sweet treat.

  I felt my clit stand to attention, as I knew that Slade was soon going to have his tongue and lips on that area. I wasn’t disappointed, as he gently and firmly licked off the cream from my inner folds. His tongue danced around inside of me, and I moaned with pleasure.

  “How does that feel?” he asked me.

  “There are no words.” And there weren’t. There never were adequate words to describe how it felt when Slade made love to me. It just seemed sometimes that he put me onto a different planet. That was how amazing of a lover he was.

  He caressed my stomach, and then started to kiss it, while his hands moved deftly to my breasts. He secured clamps on each of my nipples, and the sweet pain of these clamps sent wave after wave of adrenaline coursing throughout my body. I moaned a little, reveling in the pain of the clamps, which mixed with the absolute pleasure of his touch. I tried to move my legs, which was only instinctive, but I couldn’t move them at all. That fact sent another wave of pleasurable release throughout my body, as I realized, anew, that I was helpless. I was at his mercy, and I loved it.

  He positioned himself so that he was halfway on top of me on the piano, and I heard him unbuckle his pants. The scent of sweet strawberries permeated the air, and I opened my mouth, wanting to taste one. I soon had a strawberry in my mouth, its sweetness working its way through every taste bud. I chewed it slowly, and then another strawberry was in my mouth, and one more after that.

  Then I felt the unmistakable sensation of anal beads working their way through my ass. As one lubed bead after another went into my opening, I felt the exquisite sensation of being filled with each of the beads. I gasped when he finally got the last bead inserted, and then, in one smooth move, he took out the beads. I clenched the inner walls of my nether-parts, which were exploding as the beads came out. I cried out in sweet release, and Slade immediately put a ball-gag on me. “Relax,” he said, “enjoy yourself, but not too much. Your orgasm belong to me, and you can’t experience one until I say that you can.”

  I nodded my head in assent, and tried to talk to myself. I silently thought in my head calm down, calm down. What he’s doing is amazing, but you belong to him, and you will do as he says. Or suffer the consequences, I thought.

  Then he entered me, and I felt that my inner folds and clit were absolutely on fire. They were filled with blood and so sensitive that I wanted so badly to scream, but I couldn’t because of the gag. He was going in deep, hitting my G-spot again and again while I was trussed up on that piano, unable to move. I moved my head from side to side, desperately trying to control myself, but finding it difficult.

  His strong hands moved from my waist to my breasts, and his lips grazed my nipples lightly. He kissed my neck and shoulders while he drove into me with a force that he hadn’t displayed before. He took my ball gag off, so I was able to scream out loud, and I did, because I had yet another earth-shattering orgasm. Then he came inside of me with a force that made me want to split in two.

  He lay on top of me, his breathing hard and his heart beating out of his chest. We both were sweating, and my own heart was beating like it never had before. He silently unlocked the handcuffs on my wrists and ankles and brought me off the piano. My legs were unsteady because of the powerful release I just had, and I collapsed into his arms.

  He laughed as he caught me. “Let’s go to bed,” he said. “We’re going to have a long day tomorrow, and I want to be on my best behavior in front of your family.”


  I smiled as I realized how badly he wanted to impress my father, brothers, sisters and extended family. He looked almost shy when he talked about being on his best behavior, and I thought that he was blushing just a little.

  Slade, blushing? What was the world coming to?

  Chapter 16

  The next day, the limo came around to take us to Montauk. The rehearsal dinner was that evening at a country club there. As much as I was looking forward to this – and I really was – I couldn’t shake off the undercurrent of nerves that seemed to permeate every cell of my body. I hated being this jumpy, but I couldn’t help it. Ever since Slade had his talk with me about Charlotte and the fact that she seemed like she was ready to call off her deal with him, I had been on pins and needles.

  I looked out the window of the limo, and Slade put his hand on my leg. “Hey,” he said. “I think that I know how to make you feel less nervous.” His hand crawled further up my leg, and he shut the barrier between us and the driver. “You can’t go to the rehearsal dinner looking like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  I have seen a ghost, and that ghost is me. In spite of myself, though, I smiled at Slade, and my smile was genuine. “Slade,” I said, “what did you have in mind?”

  “What did you think that I had in mind?” He smiled back, but I could see the devilish glint in his eye. “Have you ever fucked in a limo before?”

  I thought back. The only other time that I had been alone with a man in a limo, besides Slade, was prom night. I wasn’t about to sleep with HarrySl, who was my prom date for the evening. For one, I think that he lived up to his name, because he had a really hairy back. For another, that prom happened too close to my rape, and I was always walking around half-there after that incident. I had not yet learned to channel my rage into underground sex clubs, and I wasn’t feeling at all amorous with anyone.

  It really wasn’t until I had met Slade that I started to feel whole again. I was able to integrate all those pieces of me that had scared me before – my need for pain, my need to be controlled in bed, and my need to be dominated – in my relationship with Slade, and I knew that I couldn’t lose him. I knew how rare it was to find a kindred soul, and Slade was definitely that. “I can’t say that I’ve ever fucked in a limo before, but, believe me, I’m anxious to try.”

  “Well, we have about three hours until we hit Montauk,” he said. “Let’s make every single one of those minutes count, shall we?”

  Slade put the barrier up between us and the limo driver, and then he brought one of my legs onto his lap, and his strong and firm hand started to make its way up my thigh. I started to quake a little, feeling his commanding touch on my leg. Then he pinched my inner thigh hard. His hand made its way further up my thigh and was soon on my clit, rubbing it through my thong underwear. He tickled my clit, then one of his fingers was inside of me. I could feel my breathing coming faster and faster as one finger, then two, gently rubbed inside of me.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered, and then commanded me to lie on my stomach. I obeyed and Slade hiked up my skirt. His hands were on my bare ass, and he spanked my bare cheek hard with his hand. Then he rubbed my cheeks and stroked them lightly with one of his hands, with his other hand stroking my inner thigh, which moved up to my clit. His tongue soon made its way to my clit, and I moaned.

  “Lie on your back,” he commanded, and I turned over so that I was lying on my back. He then removed my skirt, and he rubbed his hands on my waist, making its way underneath my top. He rubbed my breasts over my bra while he fingered my clit. With one flick of his finger, my bra was undone and I felt my breasts spilling out. He unbuttoned my shirt, and his mouth was on one of my nipples. He gently ran his tongue around the nipple, then around the rest of my breast. He did the same with my other breast while his fingers worked my clit the entire time he was doing this.

  His mouth made its way up to my neck, and then he started to kiss me passionately on the lips. His hand was still on my breast, and his other hand was still exploring inside of me. He was still fully clothed, but he removed his jacket, and unbuttoned his dress shirt. I lost my breath, as I always did, as I examined his beautiful body. He was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. His beauty to me was almost intoxicating. I would never get tired of seeing his rippling muscles, his gorgeous face and enormous manhood.

  He plunged his fingers deep inside of me, and he lay me down on the seat and his cock made its way slowly inside of me. He filled me up, inch by inch, while my legs were wrapped around his back. He started to finger my ass as his enormous manhood was slipping in and out. I was quaking underneath, and a powerful sensation of pleasure overcame me, and my entire body started to writhe underneath him.

  “Go ahead and scream, Serena. I know you want to,” he said, as he moved in and out of me rhythmically. I started to moan, then screamed out wildly. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I felt the powerful release building inside me, the feeling that my entire body was on fire, and that the fire needed to be quenched by Slade’s touch.

  He continued to move in and out of me, while I screamed out loud. I had never felt so alive as I did right at that moment.

  Then he flipped me on my stomach, and his finger was just inside my rear end. He put some kind of lubricant on the edge, and his fingers slipped inside of me. Then he was on top of me. His manhood was on the edge of my rear opening, and he gently and slowly entered me. As before, when we did this, the pain started out as unbearable while he plunged his cock deeper and deeper inside my butt, and then he spanked one of my cheeks. His manhood plunged even deeper inside of me, and it felt like it was ripping up my insides. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, trying to will away the pain, knowing that it was going to start feeling amazing.

  Out of nowhere, the extreme pain turned into extreme pleasure. My body was flooded with pleasurable sensations as he stroked in and out of my ass. His lips were on my neck, and his hands were on my breasts. He squeezed each one of my nipples as he pounded me harder and harder. I felt the overwhelming urge to scream out in pleasure and pain, as each of these sensations were overtaking my body. These twin sensations were indistinguishable from one another at this point. They were one and same, and each was as powerful as the other. I finally screamed out as I released an earth-shattering orgasm. My breathing started coming faster and faster, and my body shook underneath him.

  Then, he stopped pounding me. He lay down on top of me, breathing heavily. His hand was in my hair, and he started pulling it lightly. Then he flipped me over on my back and kissed me gently. I smiled at his tender touch, which conveyed to me things that couldn’t be put into words. His touch told me how much I meant to him, and how much he was in love with me. His eyes, as they looked into mine, expressed the same things.

  I sighed as I put on my clothes and he did the same, both of us without a word.

  There were no words for how we both were feeling, which is why there was the silence. But it was understood, and it was beautiful.

  Chapter 17

  We finally arrived in Montauk and made our way to the country club. This was a quaint little town, much less crowded than many of the other Hampton area hot spots and was practically deserted in the fall. Well, it wasn’t deserted, but it was certainly less crowded. Shops lined the streets, and there were a few people milling about in the coffee shops and boutiques.

  The Montauk Yacht Club was located on the water and was enormous. It consisted of about ten different buildings, all with red roofs, and a structure in the middle that resembled a light house. This was apparently the place where the well-heeled Hamptonians would gather to watch boat races and the like. Today, there weren’t any boat races, but there were still a lot of people. Most of them were dressed up, and I assumed that they were coming to this rehearsal dinner as well.

  We were led into a ballroom where waiters with black ties were serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres on shiny platters. I was offered a glass of champagne by one of them, and I took it, as did Slade. Anoth
er waiter came around with a tray of shrimp cocktail and some veggies and dip. I took the veggies and Slade took some shrimp. We both looked around the place, which was filling up rapidly.

  At the front of the room was Ryan. This was Dalilah’s father, and, even though he was at least fifty, he was still devastatingly handsome. I imagined that Slade would look like Ryan when he got to be that age. His thick dark hair was greying only slightly at the temples, and his face was unlined. He had a huge smile on his face as he greeted everyone who came up to him.

  Next to him was Iris, who was his wife. She, too, didn’t look her age, although she wasn’t quite as beautiful as her husband. Her hair had lightened considerably over the years, judging from the pictures of her when she was a young girl. She used to have flaming hair, but it had since faded to a pale ginger. She was dressed in a sleek blue number, while Ryan had on a tuxedo and black tie. Her hair was swooped up on her head, and she looked considerably less comfortable with this crowd than did Ryan.

  I knew why. She came from a working-class background. Dalilah had explained to me that her mother was never quite comfortable with the high-society types, but was always much more comfortable with the help. Indeed, she seemed much more relaxed when she was talking to the cater waiters and the bartenders than she did speaking with some of the guests. I did a quick perusal of the cars that were out in the parking lot, and saw quite a few Lamborghinis, Bentleys and Rolls-Royces out there. That told me all that I needed to know about this crowd, and I knew why Iris looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

  I often felt the same way whenever I was around the muckety-mucks. I might have been around them, but I wasn’t one of them, and I never would be. I was the daughter of a fisherman, and that was who I was under the “costume” that I showed to the world. Iris was probably the same, while Ryan was to the manor born. I could tell, just in their demeanor, who they really were inside.