“You don’t think it looks skimpy and kind of slutty?” I evaluate myself in the mirror in the smallest red two piece I’ve ever seen and feel completely self-conscious. I’m not against a bikini, Jake’s seen me in them plenty of times, but this is borderline indecent. Somehow, while still covering all the necessary areas it has managed to lift up and push my cleavage into something most impressive, my stomach and hips look longer and leaner when edged with the low-cut briefs which seem to sculpt my lower half too. She has put me in high heeled red sandals to complete the look and my legs look endless.
“Trust me, it suits you very much.” She gushes, coming behind me and tucking my hair back from my face before applying a little bronzer to my cheeks and between my breasts. “You have gorgeous body … You work out? I think you should keep it, suits you much more.” Her heavily accented English is almost sensual, and I&
“Is that good, baby?” He growls into my ear, breathless and hot. His voice doing as much to me as his hands and I tremble under his power.“Uh, mmmmm huh.” I moan, equally breathless as he slowly tortures me with his fingers, his other hand skillfully teasing my nipple. I’m so wet I can feel it throbbing and sliding effortlessly. My hands braced on the building, which is scratching slightly under my smooth palms, unable to do anything except surrender to him with legs wide apart. His hard body molded to mine while those wicked hands pleasure me deeply.“You want to cum like this?” He pushes against me again, showing me how turned on he is. His strong naked torso against my own naked skin, that in itself causing a wave of sensation. I’m so lost to him it’s pathetic.“Mmmm, hmmmmm.” Is the only answer I can give, unable to talk as I move back against him, the building pleasure soaring through me, ma
I finally appraise myself in the mirror, smoky eyed make-up, and full red lips flawless. Killer blush on my perfectly made up face. My see-through under dress over black lace lingerie which has pushed and perked everything up. High cut lines and seductive contouring making my body look awesome. I topped it all off with lace edge top black stockings, suspenders, and a look on my face of pure unadulterated lust.I slide my feet into the black stilettos I take everywhere, like a security blanket; and spritz perfume on across my bulging cleavage. This underwear does me wonders so I spill seductively, straining breasts above the low cut of the dress and I bronze between them to enhance them some more. Can always use a little extra help.The panties are a thong that shows clearly under the shimmering dress, everything made for seduction and I’m mighty pleased with myself.Look at you go, girl.I pick up my phone with a s
Emerging twenty minutes later, the stains replaced with a sheer gloss instead, I make my way to the huge, opulent dining room and slide in beside him at the table amid the arrival of some of the others. He’s using his phone and completely ignores me. I bristle, knowing this isn’t a normal Jake move but I’m not going to let it get to me, I’m going to act like I don’t care at all and just sit down. I stop myself from looking at him, even though it’s almost impulsive to eye up how gorgeous he always looks.As soon as everyone is seated, he puts his phone away, leans back on his chair and places an arm across the back of mine while throwing me a triumphant look. I note that his father watches us from a distance at the head of the huge dark wood table and physically still. I have managed to avoid him until now, but dinner will be interesting. I get the distinct impression Giovanni is not all that enamored with his son hooking up with an employee
I have to play this out if I’ve any chance of beating him.Lifting my wine glass, the other hand tugging a strand of my hair, to wash down the cream cannelloni, I shiver with the smallest breeze behind me as someone passes and glance up expecting to see the maid. The elderly gentlemen walks by and leaves the room with a puce colored face and bored expression. Heat envelopes me as an arm comes around my shoulder unexpectedly and a firm hot mouth kisses me on the exposed skin.“Hey, bambino … You okay?” that inner triumph sparks as Jake surrounds me with his heat and smell. Sitting in the recently evacuated seat next to me. I glance down, noting he’s brought his glass of wine with him and push down the urge to beam in his presence, instead keeping my tone controlled and flat.“I’m fine.” Just enough of a sigh to portray that I’m not.I should get an Oscar for this.&ldq
I lay awake in the night with his body coiled around me possessively, his face buried in the back of my hair breathing soundly. My arm free of the restraint and only the sheets of the bed keeping me captive as he’s still not got under the comforter with me. I must have dosed off at some point and he’d taken it off, but I can only remember turning and tossing until he switched off that damn movie.His arms are wrapped around my upper body and fingers entwined with mine, I sigh and relax into his hold, needing this to balm over the events of yesterday. I’m too weak for this game, already that ache of insecurity threatening to engulf me at the lack of his body joined with mine. He’s right. I don’t just need the sex though; I need the small things. The gestures and touches, the attentiveness and kindness too. All the things he deprives me of when he wants to win a stupid game. This helps though, that even in sleep he needs to cling to me and revives
Lounging in between Jake’s legs on the huge sofa in the family room feels amazing after the events of the day before, my head against his chest as he concentrates on a document in his hand and strokes my hair and neck with the other. I’m attempting to read a book, but the sheer blissfulness of our morning has me daydreaming idly instead. Every so often he plants a kiss on top of my head before turning his papers and silently focusing back on work; he’s reading through contracts for something I’ve no idea about.When did this happen? When did I become so disconnected from the business side that I don’t even know what Jake’s reading through anymore?I realize it doesn’t bother me at all, I like laying here detached from work while he still keeps tabs on things going on in his empire. I’m in danger of becoming a kept girlfriend at this rate and I’m not sure how I feel about it right now.The maid comes
“Likewise.” She giggles and hugs me again for added measure, her energy infectious and soon we’re walking along, hand in hand, catching up with anything we forgot to add in our emails to each other. Sophie is infectious, her happiness brimming over into every word and mannerism and I can see Leila’s influence in the quirky Converse with animal print laces and the sparkling diamantes on her jeans. Leila always liked a little bit of showiness.We make our way back to the main house, lost in easy conversation.“There she is!” Jake’s deep tone catches us both and she beams at him, she doesn’t, however, close the gap between them, the way she did with me and it’s the first time I see she has that same distance with males that afflicts me. It causes me a moment of pain. A flicker of heartache for her.Jake strides forward, giving her a light hug quickly before releasing her and scooping forward to plant a kiss on m
But buying a mansion, moving to beside his family like a little married couple. He will never let me go back to working in the Carrero Corporation now, it’s too much. To be a kept woman with no chance of being able to just slide back into city life should he ever get tired of me. To get cozy and make bonds with these people who I have loved being around.What if it all blew up in my face and I had to give up more than just him? His family. Sophie close by.It’s all so overwhelming I can’t think straight. My fear and anxiety threatening to choke me at the huge change he wants to make in my life. He has no idea how hard this is. Not so long ago, I was alone, reliant on only me. I had my own money, my own plans, and my own life and I didn’t want to let anyone else in. Now here I am, willing to gamble everything on uncertainty and faith and let someone else take control. I need control.“If this is about money, Emma, then it&rs