I don't know what led me to it. The promise of a cure for my hangover was more than enough to get me to call Callista. Before I knew it, we were at some fancy clothing store, and I was the only one trying on clothing. My mouth was watering from how terrible I felt. I keep fighting the urge to hurl as I continually change into clothes for her. The ones she likes, she nods. She waves off the ones she doesn't with her glass-held champagne hand. I finished my glass the instant I got back here. It's the only thing keeping me from throwing up. I looked myself up and down in the mirror. These dark jeans were nice. The underwear felt expensive against my body, too. That was the first place we stopped to shop. Once bought, she had me change. I'm her sex doll. I threw on a loose-fitted black deep v-neck before making my way out of the dressing room. I saw that her champagne glass was still full, the bottle in a golden bin of ice to keep it chilled. "Like what you see?" I asked. "Yes," s
He wasn't even out the door before Callista pounced on me. Her wine-soaked tongue rubbed against mine relentlessly. Was her husband not giving her what she needed? I wouldn't think that's the case. Perhaps it's the alcohol. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her to Bartop effortlessly. I shifted between her splayed legs, purchasing her underwear. "My, we're eager, aren't we?" she broke the silence. "Is this not what you want?" I seized her dress and ripped it up the center. Her eyes widened as she gazed down upon her exposed body. Her black lace bra fell over her shoulder as her dress fell farther down her arms. My hands searched her body with intent. I slid up her toned back to release the hook of her bra and latched onto her nipple. "Ugh!" Callista cried beneath me. Her skin was soft and tender against my lips. I licked the tip of her nipple and felt her hand clasp onto the nape of my neck. I propped myself above her with my right hand as I slid the other
It still didn't make sense to me. Someone should have told me they also met during Callista's and my meeting the past two days. She knew who Eric was to me, and he knew what Callista was to me. We haven't been close lately and talked less, but this was significant. I looked him in the eye and knew him long enough to know he was telling me the truth. "So all of this just to get to me?" I clarified. Eric gave a slight nod before running his hand through his hair. I finished my coffee, and he finally spoke for what seemed like an eternity. "I told you," he reminded, "Last time, I wanted it to be me to take your virginity. When I met Callista, she made an offer to let me join in on your "fun." I pressed my tongue to the inside of my cheek. This situation is annoying for various reasons, but I can enjoy it while he's here. Our eyes met. I could see his desire for me. What he wanted and needed was me. I honestly couldn't say the same thing, though. I do like the thought of having h
"This yacht is stunning," Tanya gasped. She was right. It was huge. It had three massive levels and something I'd never been on. I've never been out of the city, let alone sail in the ocean. There were many people there, both men and women, one looking more luxurious than the next. Luckily, I had Tanya change into one of the outfits at Callista's home. She insisted. "What are we doing here again," Tanya asked. "I'm not sure," I replied. "No," she lowered her tone and seized my arm, "I meant we, as in Eric as well." "That is something we need a drink for," I stated as we exited the yacht. We weaved through the crowd of wealthy people to the inside of the yacht. It was beautiful. The dark oak was so breathtaking; the mere architecture of it was well worth the price. We sat in luxurious leather bar chairs before setting down our Louis Vuitton handbags. "Two skinny margaritas with Clix vodka, please," I ordered. "So-" Tanya started. I put my finger up as the drinks we
I made my way to the second level of the yacht, where Callista and Eric were talking at separate tables. Callista was talking to a short, blond-haired older woman. Her paid tan was nearly orange, and her teeth were bleached ultra-white. The massive diamonds around her wrist and neck showcased her money and body. The bathing suit she had on must have been from Victoria's Secret. Her Louis Biutton Heels accentuated her near-perfect physique, which she proudly displayed. I saw Callista caress her forearm with a seductive smile. The same one she gives to me. Was this female someone she'd already been with before me? "What's the plan?" Tanya asked. I glanced over at her. A devious smile overtook me, "Go mingle. Get to know them and let me know what they are about. I'm going to get to know the people I'm fucking." We cheer once more before going our separate ways. I made my way over to Callista in stride. "Hello again," Roy appeared before me. "Not such a coincidence. We are
There was no way in hell I would ever put Tanya in that position. If she wanted to get to know him, then that's fine, but I'd never pimp her out. She mattered too much to me. I made my way out after Callista to be cut short by Tanya. She looked at me, her eyes widening like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "Follow me," Tanya guided me, pulling me off. "What?" I giggled. She twirled around and began to search through her bag. Once she pulled out her compact, she handed it to me. The mirror revealed a red smear of lipstick all around my mouth. I couldn't help but smile as Tanya gave me a makeup wipe to remove Callista's lipstick. "You you trying to" "Hahaha!" I belted out. "Stop laughing!" Tanya forced out through her laughter. She snatched the wipe from my grasp and began cleaning up my face. I felt like a child, but the laughter continued between us for some reason, "So this is what you were doing. I was looking for you everywhere." "My bad," my giggling began
I sat there alone in Baldwin's kitchen. It was the following day. Eric had a client, and Tanya had left with Roy, so I went home with them. Nothing happened, though; we just got back, and the sun was rising. I'm not going to lie; I wouldn't mind a line of cocaine right now. I was out of it from all the alcohol and being awake for nearly 24 hrs. I saw Callista sauntering from the stairwell, a look of victory in her eyes. I gave a devious smile in reply. She came over to me and pecked me on the lips before placing a slip of paper in front of me. It was a cashier's check for 20,000 dollars. I hid my joy. It was more than I thought she'd give me. "Happy with the outcome?" I smugly asked. "Among other things," she giggled. "They left together," I confirmed, "I was surprised myself. I wouldn't take him for her type." "She's safe. We've known him for decades," she reassured me, "I can tell you care for her." "She's like family," I confirmed. "So," I sighed from exhaustion, "What
"So," Roy started. He's rich, but I still stand by what I said earlier. He has many women filtering in and out, probably multiple at once. He was attractive, though. His sun-kissed skin accentuated the silver streaks throughout his black hair. It was long and brushed back out of his face but not long enough to put in a ponytail. His rich man's cologne oozed money, and his diamond-studded Rolex added to the luxury. He knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage often. He knew he barely had to try. His appearance showed it all—an absolute bachelor. "Tanya," he continued while sipping his drink, "How do you know the Baldwins?" "Just a friend, newly acquainted," I embellished, "How do you?" "I'm their business partner. We met in our early twenties. The three of us were a wild trio back then. Callista had so much spunk to her, and Dimitri had his drive; I had my creativity. We were unstoppable," he started. He glanced down at his drink, reminiscing and sad simultaneously. "
"Stop this limo, now!" I snapped. "Ivy, calm down-" "I can't!" I shouted before opening the door. We were already at a stop, so getting out wasn't the worst idea. A chilling wind hit my bare legs, and water splashed over my black strappy heels. I began to strut down the sidewalk angrily, trying to put as much distance between Dimitri and me as possible. "Ivy! Wait!" Roy hollered. "No! I'm done!" I shouted back, still walking away. The rain began to trickle down, the worst of which was in the summer heat. Now, of course, it is raining tonight. "Look," Roy said, twirling me to stop. "What?!" I grunted. "He's upset. He didn't mean what he said," Roy defended. "How the fuck are you defending him right now?!" I winced, walking away and around the corner. "Just stop!" Roy commanded after pinning me against the wall. "No!" I fought his grasp. "You're not stronger than me, Ivy," Roy chuckled. "Look, stop running away." "Running? I'm walking away because if I do
"I-I-" I stammered, still unable to speak. "Still a shy little girl, I see," he commented. "I'm not shy," I denied. "But you are, the way you hide your face, unable to form sentences, cheeks blushing red like a school girl," he explained. When it comes to Dimitri, it's different. You can treat him however you choose and not care for his heart. You don't know me, what I'm capable of, what I can do." "I'm sure you're nothing like Zeus," I hushed. Roy leaned back warmly, gazing, "I'm not going to fuck you for sport; I'm not an animal. I know what type of man he was. I knew Zeus as well. Knew about his and Tanya's relationship. Begging me to take her crazy ass off his hands. Not even I could handle that train wreck." I studied him, glancing at a scar hidden beneath this gold chain. "How did that happen?" I gestured. Roy looked down, clearing his throat before removing the chair and unbuttoning his shirt. He was in great shape, well-chiseled, and tempting. Without though
"It seems old tricks die hard," Callista boasted, directing her eyes to Dimitri. "What do you mean?" I questioned, following her gaze. "Dimitri is a creature of old tricks. He used to do this to me when we first got together. Of course, we fucked like rabbits back when we were young, always trying new and exciting things." Callista explained while gently caressing my inner thigh. "These things he seems to like doing with you," she whispered. She leaned into my ear, her warm breath sending shivers up my spine. "Tell me, what punishment does he have for you?" Dimitri purposefully set the vibrator off inside of me once again. My hand seized Callista's wrist while biting my lower lip. Dimitri said I couldn't cum by the toy. He failed to mention that Callista could satisfy me. A devious smirk came across my lips; Dimitri studied my face, tilting his head, trying to figure out what I was scheming. Slowly, I guided Callista's hand higher and higher up my inner thigh until her c
"Mom!" Rowan beamed while embracing me. "Oh, baby!" I whined. I held him tightly, not wanting to let go. It had been nearly a year since I'd seen him. He had grown so much and was taller than me now. I looked up at his youthful face; he looked much like Dimitri. "Stop growing!" I smiled. "Are you kidding me? I'm not even halfway there yet," Rowan joked, his voice deeper, not childlike anymore. He was undoubtedly going through his puberty phase. "Look at how handsome you've become," I boasted. "Looks like his father," Callista commented. "Aunt Callista, Uncle Roy, good to see you," Rowan greeted, giving them both a hug. "Hello, young man," they both responded. "You know one another well," I mumbled at his affection towards them. "I had no idea you would be here, Mom," Rowan explained, embracing me again. "I missed you, baby," I fibbed, squeezing him back, "I'll tell you what. I will get dressed, and then we can do something tonight." Once in the bathroom, I
Dimitri took it upon himself to make me go back with him to New York and wouldn't have it any other way. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," Derrick charmingly kissed the back of my hand. "Don't," I smiled before being pulled inside by Dimitri. "You don't have to be so rough!" I winced. "Knock it off, would you?!" Dimitri jerked me, my momentum causing me to fall to the ground on all fours. "Damn it, Dimitri!" I winced. I felt a hard slap across my ass. "Ow!" I hissed. My head jerked back as Dimitri seized the nape of my neck. "Ugh!" Ruthlessly, he snapped my underwear off before spanking me again. Dimitri had been like this since that night. Typically he'd be tender afterward; this time, he'd fuck me every chance he got, even when I couldn't walk the day after my punishment. He tore my dress off, throwing the scraps to the floor beside me. "Ugh! It hurts Dimitri!" I whined. It became the point where it wasn't pleasurable anymore, he knew, and I knew it
Dimitri, flabbergasted, tossed the papers onto the closest chair he could find. Upon his further examination of me in my current state, I knew he knew. My cheeks blushed, and I could not look him in the eyes. "My father?" he questioned. "I didn't know, I swear," I whispered. "How could you not know?!" Dimitri hollered. "Calm down. What's going on?" Derrick asked. "You know what, old man!" Dimitri spat. "What are you talking about, son?" Derrick clarified. "Her?! Ivy! The woman I asked you to keep an eye on for me while I was in New York!" Dimitri explained. "You should have told me about your relationship with her," Derrick stated. Dimitri threw his head back with a manic cackle, "Leave!" "Beg your pardon?" Derrick said. "Leave now, old man!" Dimitri threatened, charging at Derrick. "Stop! I'll go," I sighed, crawling from the bed. "No, you're staying," Dimitri growled. "Leave, now." Dimitri's tone was deathly and emotionless. Derrick also k
"You don't need to come here always," I sighed while smoking my joint. "You're an investor, that's it." "And this is professional?" Derrick gestured to what I was smoking. "Like you care," I huffed, blowing smoke in his face. Derrick didn't care. He found me amusing, tempting, and everything he wanted. He's never vocalized it before, but his eyes show differently. I know those eyes, the ones that undress me, fantasize about me, and yearn for me. He thinks I don't know. I have him fooled; what do I want to do with him now? Derrick's rich; he wouldn't use me for money. Dimitri is in the other half of the States, and I'm bored and horny. "Do you want to fuck me, Derrick?" I bluntly asked. Derrick choked on his drink before turning back to look at me. His cheeks flushed in shock, his lips trembling with nerves. The victory was already mine. "What makes you think I want you?" he croaked. "The way you look at me." "I have a son. He could be your father." "How old are y
Everything went numb; Dimirti was kind enough to care for Rowan so I could see my son. Aodhan had no color in his lips, no pink in his cheeks like he used to; he was lying there lifeless. They often speak about the pain in your heart that you feel when you lose a loved one. They don't tell you how a hole begins to form more significant and more prominent in your heart in place of that pain, causing you to push everything and everyone away. It doesn't hurt because when you allow yourself to, it becomes so overwhelming that you just might kill or die yourself. That's what I did. I pushed down my feelings and wiped my tears because the other two weren't options. Dimitri handled the hotel arrangements for the three of us, ensuring we had the best suite on the highest floor available. No matter how much cocaine I did or how much alcohol I drank, I felt nothing. Days, months, and soon, a year went by, and I was still empty and numb. Dimitri suggested I send Rowan to boarding school wit
"Mom! It's Aodhan!" Rowan cried. I looked over and fell to my knees; tears began falling in pools from my eyes; Aodhan had been shot, too. My son, lying there lifeless. "Ahh!" I screamed. Panic settled in; blood was pouring from my baby, and I couldn't plug the hole. What can I do? I tried applying pressure with my hands, unable to stop sobbing. "Go! Pilot! Go!" Dimitri hollered while latching the stairs/door closed. The Pilot took off, knocking everyone over, but continued to press on Aodhan's wounds, his warm blood slick on my fingers as I tried applying pressure to his chest. I saw Dimitri protect Rowan from falling over, scooping him up. "Dimitri! Help me!" I begged. A look of shock overtook Dimitri briefly before he rushed, overmoved my hands, and began applying pressure to the wound, "Pilot! Closest hospital!" "What happened to Reign!? Oh my god, Ariel was shot, too!" I whined. "I don't fucking know, someone was shooting, but I couldn't see who it was. They cam