“Enough about me,” he said. “I’m sick and tired of me. Tell me about you. I hardly know anything about you.”I looked back up at him. He was smiling again.“Yeah, I guess we kind of skipped the chit chat, didn’t we?”He laughed, back to his old self. “Yeah, we kind of did.”“What do you want to know?”“Who you are. What makes you tick.”“That’s not exactly something I have figured out yet.”“Alright, let’s start with basics. Parents? Siblings?”“My mom and dad still live in Charlotte, North Carolina. That’s where I grew up. I have an older brother. He’s at a software company down in Florida.”“What was your major in college?”“Business, with a psych minor.” I winced. “This is… kind of weird.”“Too much like a job interview,” he agreed. “Alright, tell me this: what did five-year-old Lily want to be when she grew up?”“Oh, that’s easy – a ballerina.”“Really.”“And six-year-old Lily wanted to be a scientist.”“Those are kind of opposite ends of the spectrum.”“They are. But it gets bett
I was buzzed from two glasses of wine as the limo headed into the Hollywood Hills. The lights of Los Angeles spread out below us as we twisted and curved up into the darkness, and I could see the Dubai standing taller than all the other buildings around it, outlined against the night sky.The houses started off very expensive at the base of the hills, then moved into ‘extremely expensive’ range, and from there blasted off into the stratosphere. It was easy to tell when we were getting closer to the party: a long string of BMW’s, Mercedes, Aston Martins, Ferraris, and Porsches lined the narrow street as white-jacketed valets parked new cars at the base of the hill and then hustled back up to the main house.It was an enormous mansion, very Mediterranean, like it had been airlifted in by a multi-millionaire from the coast of Greece. Johnny drove us up to the front, a valet opened the door and helped me out, and then Johnny grudgingly surrendered the car and followed us inside.I stayed
We entered another room where two bartenders were mixing drinks at a full bar. I suppose Connor had just been playing the odds when he made the crack about being there for the food, but there was indeed a spread that would have made the Dubai Hotel jealous. Mildly, anyway. Displays of exotic fruits and tiny pastries, more decadent desserts than I had ever seen in my life, and a small army of waiters walking around offering people bacon-wrapped scallops, chunks of seared ahi, bits of filet mignon, and the usual hors d’oeuvres and canapés.“You were right about the free food,” I marveled. “We should have skipped dinner and eaten here.”“I liked eating with the person I had dinner with.” While I beamed, Conner turned around. I followed his gaze to the corner of the room, where Lewis Vonder smiled widely and toasted us with a glass of champagne. Connor gave a fake smile back and muttered between his teeth, “Here, not so much.”“You afraid it’s like fairyland?”He looked over at me. “Huh?”
I so didn’t belong here.“And who are you?” a woman’s voice asked.I whirled around to see a gorgeous blonde, probably about my age, with upswept hair and a shimmering red dress that showed off her rather large boobs. If they were fake, her surgeon had done an incredibly good job at disguising it.“Um… Lily Ross,” I said shyly. I felt like a little girl, and she was a va-va-voom Woman.I was glad Connor wasn’t here to see her.She was holding a champagne glass in the air, and she cocked her head slightly to the side as she looked me up and down. “And what do you do?”“I’m a… a secretary.”“Oh.”Her voice was full of polite disdain. Besides being threatened by her, I started to actively dislike her.“Why, what do you do?” I asked, more out of social habit than anything else.One hand fluttered to her cleavage, and she looked soooo happy I’d asked. “I’m an award-winning photographer, but I just co-wrote a screenplay with a good friend of mine who writes for TV. His agent at CAA is takin
We arrived safe back at the hotel, much to Johnny’s relief. He made us promise not to leave the room without telling him, then said goodnight and went into his room across the way.“It’s early, only ten o’clock,” Connor said. “What do you want to do?”“Dessert.”“Literal, or figurative?”“Mmmmm. Both.”So we ordered up room service: a bottle of champagne and a selection of lovely things – the most perfect creme brulee I’d ever tasted, strawberries in whipped cream… and more chocolate.We sat on the sofa in the main room, lit only by the lights of the city, and alternated between kisses and feeding each other bits of the desserts.I was tipsy again when I purred suggestively, “Well, we did what I wanted to do… so what do you want to do?”“Well… we could get that camera and – ”“NO.”He laughed. “What was your list again? The list of ‘don’ts’? Nothing painful… nothing degrading…”“No ‘in through the out door,’” I said.“I don’t recall movies being on that list.”“And nothing that can go
His hands reached through my legs, and his hands came up around my breasts, taking my nipples in his palms. He began to fondle me, softly, slowly, sensually –And I felt his tongue lick at my lips again.But wetter.More urgent.And this time, I felt him plunge deeper.I gasped with pleasure.One hand stayed on my left breast, gently massaging it, but the other hand withdrew.I waited, caught between the luscious bliss as he licked me below, and the anticipation of the brief sting of his hand on my skin.And waited.And waited.And waited.The not knowing was unbearable.And then he slapped me again.Harder.Jostling me deeper.But the second after he did, his tongue plunged deep inside me.I cried out from the slight pain, and moaned louder from the pleasure.He pulled out.“Are you okay?”“Don’t stop,” I begged.I could almost hear him grin, I swear to God.And then he began to fuck me with his tongue.Moving it in, and out, and in, and out, letting it slip out and lick my lips, bar
Afterwards, we lay there in bed, me by his side and running my fingers over his chest.“Well, now I know why you had me take a bath,” I mused.He laughed. “See, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”I poked him in the ribs, and he made a wuUAaah sound as he arched away.“You broke the rules,” I said in a pissed-off voice.“Nooo, I just bent them a little.”“No ‘in’ through the out door.”“I think you came up with that rule for something slightly… larger.”It was true, but…“This better not turn into ‘give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile.’”“It won’t,” he said with a smile. “And it wasn’t degrading, was it?”“Nooo, but it was a little bit painful.”“What,” he frowned, “the – ”“NO, NOT THAT,” I said, blushing furiously, not wanting him to name what he’d done to me. “Just the… the spanking part.”“Did you like it, though?”I thought about how to answer. “…yyyyes…”“Ha HAA!” he crowed.“ – but that’s not a license to get all crazy on me all the time,” I scolded him.He grinned. “Only on special
Johnny refused to leave us there unprotected while he went and got the limo, so we took a cab back to the parking lot.“You’re kind of the third wheel here, man,” Connor joked as we all sat scrunched in the back of the taxi.“After what you put me through today, you and I are not talking,” Johnny said. I thought he was seriously angry, but then I caught his eye, and he gave me a wink and a quick smile before turning his face to stone again.We got in the limo and started back towards Los Angeles. Now the feelings that I’d been trying to push away the entire day suddenly reared their ugly head in full force. It was coming to an end.I didn’t have him for much longer.In fact, I would probably never see him again.I snuggled in tight beside him, with his arm wrapped around me, and I tried to be happy, thinking about all the amazing things I’d done and felt in the last 48 hours……but all I could think of was how much I was going to be hurting very, very soon.Connor noticed I was glum,