‘Probably just the maids making the bed while we’re otherwise occupied,’ I lied.
‘How do they know we’re otherwise occupied?’
‘The entire suite’s fitted with heat signature cameras so staff can see where the occupants are and ensure they avoid being seen when refreshing flowers or making beds, etc.’ I smiled.
‘Not visual recording cameras?’
‘No, that would be highly illegal,’ I replied and saw him relax and nod. I kissed him back to distract him. He was just like all the other men in one respect, mistaking me for a dumb blonde. It was no coincidence that he’d managed to evade the camera in the lift, cover the one in the bedroom and angle it away from the bed and smash the vase of orchids holding the third one. Someone had told him and I’d lay bets on it being Antoine. Being gay my charms had been wasted on him, but how the hell did he know where the cameras were to tell Logan in the first place? Only Blaine and three of his security team would have known that, and Alderton the accountant who’d ensured the paper trail to Logan’s account was covered so Daddy wouldn’t discover it.
I trusted Blaine, but not the rest of them, which is why I’d sent him a text as I got out of the shower while Logan was eating, to ask him to install another spy cam on the other side of the Jacuzzi. If Logan managed to somehow thwart my efforts with the original one, I’d have a backup that he’d have no idea about. I may already have a shot of him getting a blow job, which would turn me on to re-watch, but would do nothing to tie him to me. In order to threaten his reputation, I had to pull all of my skills of deception into play to catch him fucking me on film, where I looked bored and uninterested and he blew his load too quickly. Blaine could blur my eyes to disguise me and I could threaten to release that recording, which could be uploaded to all forms of media sites and would go viral with his name attached to it. Once word got out that he wasn’t actually a man of steel, that his stamina was equal to that of a teenage virgin, no one would ever book him again. From the moment he fucked me in the hot tub, Logan Steele’s fate was sealed, he’d be beholden to me. Right now though I wanted to come again desperately, the hot tub was going to have to wait.
I stood up quickly, surprising him and shrugged off my dressing gown as I parted his thighs and stood between them. He palmed my hips and ran his tongue up from my pierced belly button to my breastbone, then veered right and flicked one of my nipples with his tongue. I sighed and grasped his hair, pulling his head closer until he sucked one, elongating it before applying pressure with his teeth leaving me whimpering as fire shot through my breast and surged through my body. He slid one hand down my belly, slowly moving towards my clit, leaving me panting in exquisite anticipation, knowing how expertly his fingers were about to bring me to a climax. He curved his two fingers as he eased them into me, instantly hitting my g-spot as his thumb swept back and forth over my clit, I started to tremble as he sucked even harder on my nipple, but when he suddenly thrust one of his other fingers up my backside I howled and shook violently as my climax hit. I swayed, feeling dazed as the thought of taking his thick shaft up my rear made me tremble even harder, that was definitely on the agenda for our next meeting, I was going to call on dominant Logan for that one. ‘You come so easily for me, Camilla Domville. Tell me, did you come this easily for any of the men you fucked before me?’
‘No,’ I laughed as I gripped his shoulders to stop from falling into a messy puddle on the floor.
‘Maybe you haven’t fucked enough to compare?’ he suggested with a raised brow.
‘Trust me, I’ve fucked plenty. I’m not the pure innocent that the media thinks I am, I’ve done old, young, ménage, orgies and lesbians. I know what I’m talking about and you make me come faster and harder than any of them.’
‘I just don’t understand how your father still thinks you’re a virgin? I mean you’re … sex on legs Camilla, you exude sex appeal.’
‘Thank you,’ I giggled and blushed. ‘I have evidence of most of my encounters to keep them quiet, particularly Daddy’s staff. They wouldn’t dare let slip what I get up to. I can make them do whatever I want, I can choose who ever I want, when I want it.’
‘Then I feel very flattered that you rank me as your best. Relax for a minute while I wash up and we’ll move this out onto the balcony and make use of that enormous hot tub before I have to leave.’ He scooped me up and carried me to the lounge, lay me down and kissed my forehead.
‘Hmmm,’ I groaned as I lazily stretched out. I heard him getting another glass of water from the dining room, then watched him walk past and disappear. He moved with such power, yet gracefully at the same time and his upper torso would put our college team swimmers to shame. Kitty, my best friend, was going to die when I told her all about how amazing he actually was, that all of the tales were true. It was her older sister who’d had a triste with Logan and Kitty had convinced her to let me have his email. All her sister had said was ‘Wow, best night of my life.’ I’d love to have known the finer details, she’d always seemed a bit demure, far more demure than Kitty who was worse than me for hook-ups. We often had girl girl sessions and I pondered having her and Logan at the same time, but was I prepared to share him? I wasn’t sure I was. I was roused from my daydream by Logan striding back through, his erection lifting that towel up so high I could see his dangling balls, and gulped. Maybe I could have one orgasm as he fucked me, then fake the total boredom, I didn’t want to deprive myself of coming when that magnificent cock was inside me.
‘I need you, now,’ he growled as he snatched me up from the sofa and threw me over his shoulder as I giggled and squealed. ‘Thinking about your tight little cunt squeezing me got my cock so hard. You’d better be soaking, Camilla.’
‘Trust me, I am,’ I panted as he headed to the balcony bi-fold doors and pushed them back. He definitely knew there was a camera, he hovered on the edge trying to work out where it was. ‘Logan please, I’m so desperate for you,’ I pleaded, feeling pleased that my little ruse was about to catch him out.
‘Just admiring the spectacular view,’ he replied, ‘nearly as good as when I watched you sleeping.’ O God, he knew all the right things to say, as well as to do. He stepped out and strode towards the hot tub and I felt him kissing my ass as he approached it, he was keeping his face away from the box tree. I gasped as he ripped his towel away, affording me an amazing view of his ass, before he set me down into the bubbling, steaming water. The crafty bugger, he’d slung his towel over the tree. Antoine and I would be having words later. I hoped that the one Blaine had secured in the rose trellis behind me had been positioned properly and I made sure I stood with my back to it ready. Logan set a rubber down on the decking and hopped into the water, grabbed me and kissed me like his life depended on it, his hands roaming, squeezing, his tongue thrashing. I could feel his need for me radiating off him, I’d definitely gotten to him, he may think I was just one of his clients, but I’d lay odds that he was never this desperate for any of them. He grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the edge of the hot tub, spread my thighs and kneeled down on one of the seats and applied his tongue to my clit, before nibbling it as he thrust three fingers up inside me and finger banged me fast.
‘Logan,’ I whined as I leaned back on my palms. He grabbed an ankle and hoisted it over his shoulder and his tongue circled again and again. I couldn’t even hold myself up, I just gave into it and flopped backwards, biting my arm as he brought me to the brink of orgasm then suddenly stopped, let me calm down, then started all over again. By the fifth time I was begging him to let me come, no one else was ever going to compare to Logan, no one else ever needed to. I was going to be Mrs. Logan Steele, the envy of women worldwide. My scream as I gushed all over his face was Manhattan’s morning wake up call. I lay limp on the decking as he stood up and looked down on me and wiped his mouth.
‘Fuck, I need you now Camilla, I’m desperate to come,’ he groaned as he grasped his pulsating cock in his hand. I nodded, it was good he’d just made me squirt
like that, I was completely drained and exhausted, that would help me look less than enthused. I could actually quite happily fall sleep here from sheer sex exhaustion, with my legs dangling in the water, the hard wood of the deck against my back. I couldn’t even lift my head to watch as I heard the rubber wrapper tear and a deep sexual grunt leave Logan’s throat as he cloaked himself. As requested in my brief, in the form of a very detailed scenario, he flipped me over so my knees were supported by the seat below the water line, gripped my hips and slammed into me. I bit the inside of my lip, until it drew blood, to prevent myself from screaming with pleasure and imagined it was fat sweaty Alderton fucking me, anything to try and detach from how incredible Logan was actually feeling. Thank God I’d told him that I wanted him to come fast, before I did, and then have him eat me out and rim me. At least I’d be able to relax and enjoy it. He didn’t disappoint, which in a way was disappointing in itself, he came with an animalistic roar and I relaxed all my muscles as he collapsed on top of me. ‘Shit I’m so sorry, you’re just too damn good, I’ve never come so fast in my life.’
‘This wasn’t what I expected from you, Logan,’ I mouthed, making sure the camera caught my lips moving. ‘I was told you had incredible stamina, I feel so cheated.’
‘Tell me what I can do to make it up to you Camilla, I feel awful,’ he groaned behind me. I pulled a sulky pout and sighed, held it for a moment and then smiled, that sixty seconds of recording was as good as a wedding ring. He’d never work with anyone but me again. Ever.
‘I want you to lick and fuck my backside with your tongue, slowly.’
‘You’re an amazing woman Camilla Domville, I’m going to send you something to let you know just how grateful I am for what you’ve just done for me.’
‘You’re so sweet,’ I smiled as he parted my cheeks and ran his tongue in a circle and I gave into it and cried out in pleasure. I loved when guys did that, but I never did it in return, that was disgusting. Next time it would be his thick solid cock up my ass making me scream even louder. And even better, he’d be bareback and I’d get to feel him exploding inside me before I sucked him clean.
‘Do you have to go?’ I whined as he appeared from the master bedroom, sexily dressed in dark indigo jeans with a fitted black shirt, rolled at the sleeves. He’d had another shower, his hair was all sexily damp and he’d washed off that aftershave I’d always loved, but I’d been right, Logan smelled even better. He leaned in, placed an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. Damn it, he’d just made me flood again. I was going to have to eat more calories and keep them down if I was going to keep up with him when he moved to New York to be with me.
‘You know I do, the limousine driver’s already waiting downstairs and we can’t hold up your father’s jet. I’ve had the most incredible night, Camilla. You really were a unique woman.’
‘Me too, you were … I don’t have words.’
‘You should sleep, you look exhausted.’
‘Thank you so much,’ I sighed. He kissed my forehead.
‘The pleasure was all mine. Goodbye, Camilla.’
‘Bye, Logan.’ I watched him walk through to the inner lobby and he glanced back and flashed a megawatt smile that Hollywood could bottle. ‘I’ll be seeing you soon,’ I called. Little did he know how soon that would be. I watched his sexy ass as he disappeared and the doors automatically closed behind him and felt some tears trickling down my face. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted Logan. Why did he have to be the one thing I wanted that Daddy couldn’t buy for me? I stamped my foot on the floor, pressed the touchscreen on the wall and dialled security. If Blaine worked superfast I could get the jet to turnaround and bring Logan right back to me and he’d never leave me again.
‘Miss Domville,’ came Blaine’s voice. He sounded nervous.
‘I need that recording now, I need to stop him leaving.’
‘I … I don’t know what to tell you, Miss Domville, but … there is no recording.’
‘What!’ I uttered.
‘There’s no recording,’ he almost whispered as I felt the blood in my veins reach scorching point.
‘You what?!’ I screamed at the system. ‘I was facing the damn camera, I played it perfectly.’
‘I don’t understand what happened, I tested it back here in my office and had a clear view of the hot tub and decking, but now there’s nothing.’
‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK, Blaine! I swear if I could get you fired right now I would. Now I’m going to have to wait months to book Logan to come back so we can try again.’
‘I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry, this has never happened to me before.’
‘Just tell me you have the recording of me sucking him off for my own private use you damn imbecile?’
‘Miss Domville … I … it’s not possible, I swear it isn’t, but that one failed as well.’
‘IDIOT!’ I screamed and grabbed a marble carved Buddha off the oriental chest next to me and smashed the LCD display to smithereens with it, then hurled it across the room at the plasma TV breaking both items in one go. I’d never been so fucking furious in my life. I grabbed anything I could see that I could smash, and hurled the items against walls, furniture and the floor until my arms started shaking in protest. I ran to the master bed and threw myself on it and sobbed. Logan was mine, he was meant to be mine. I couldn’t bear the thought of him taking another booking before I could get him back here again. I wondered if I could get pregnant, then tell Daddy it was Logan who knocked me up. He’d force him to come over here and marry me, if he didn’t kill him first. Daddy would believe me over Logan anytime. I sniffed back my tears and picked up my iPhone as it buzzed. I had an email message. I sat up straight and wiped my tears and smiled. It was Logan, I knew I’d got to him, he was still thinking about me. I opened the message, beaming again.
My dear Miss Domville, I can honestly say I’ve never had a night quite like it, it was a real eye opener. I’m afraid I won’t be accepting any future bookings from you and should you try to concoct another scheme to blackmail me, as you tried last night, be aware that I will have no hesitation but to defend my reputation by sending my own recording, which has been safely backed up, directly to your father. I would also suggest that you try being a little nicer to your father’s employees. Should I hear that you’ve attempted to blackmail any of them again, I simply press send. Try and be a nicer person Camilla, you might find that you actually enjoy it. Yours sincerely, Stranger for the night.
My heart sank as I pressed play, he’d somehow filmed us, so you could only see the back of his head in the dining room, while he fingered me to an orgasm. Even worse, it was with sound and he had my whole confession of my sexual history. The devious bastard. As soon as it stopped playing the message vanished. I tapped my phone frantically with shaking fingers, where the hell was it? It had disappeared from my inbox and my trash, too. I screamed and flung the phone against the calf leather lined wall and watched it shatter, along with my life as I knew it.
Client Evaluation
Logan
I smiled as I strode out of Camilla’s suite. Thank God for the genius of Ian Smith. One call to him while Camilla was taking her shower before breakfast and he’d hacked through the hotel’s security system, located and wiped the bedroom recording from their servers and confirmed that no backup or copy had been made. He’d suggested playing her at her own game as a form of insurance policy by using the video facility on my iPhone. I’d checked it as I went to freshen up before taking Camilla to the hot tub and had emailed it to him immediately for safekeeping. He text me to advise that he was still in the Domville’s system and that there were two cameras set on the hot tub, but he couldn’t tell me where. I realised that she was on to me, so played along covering the original box hedge one, while Ian disabled the other before we even stepped foot onto the terrace. I took the stairs down, figuring I didn’t need any complications of camera recordings of me leaving the Signature suite and headed across the lobby t
o where the same concierge was on duty.
‘Good morning,’ he smiled. ‘Pleasant evening?’
‘I’ve had better. Please may I have a pen, paper and envelope?’
‘Of course, Sir.’
I wrote a note to Antoine, confirming my email address, advising him that all employees should no longer have to worry about Miss Domville’s games, as I was in possession of a certain item that would ensure her impeccable behaviour. I also advised him that he was to contact me if ever there was such an incident again and thanked him for his warning the night before. I sealed it and wrote Private and Confidential ~ Antoine on the front.
‘Can I trust you to ensure that he gets this?’ I asked as I handed Edward the envelope along with a $100 bill.
‘Certainly, Sir. Thank you, Sir.’
‘It’s in all employees’ interests that he does, Edward. This holds the key to end Miss Domville’s reign here.’
‘Understood, Sir,’ he beamed with a curt nod and held out his hand for me to shake. ‘Thank you,’ he uttered, most sincerely, leaving me to deduce that he’d been tricked as well. I nodded and headed outside to the idling Limousine.
I poured myself a large cognac from the decanter, after last night I bloody well deserved it. I’d never come across such a manipulative, spoilt, entitled bitch in my life. Having to fake my desire for her when I finally twigged why she’d scripted the scenario in the hot tub had been beyond difficult. I’d had to look at Summer’s photograph to get any type of reaction from my cock before I’d returned to pick Camilla up from the sofa, and for the first time in my life I’d even faked coming. I sincerely hoped that this was a wakeup call for her. God knows she hadn’t had an easy life, but that was no excuse for the despicable way she treated people. I pulled my iPad from my overnight bag and opened my encrypted client files and deleted hers immediately and added her email to my blocked list.
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