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Maybe I was a bastard but I didn’t give a shit. Long days. CEO. Divorced. No kids, thank fuck. Nothing against them but my ex would have taken even more if I’d created hell spawn with her. Yeah, I drive a nice car, own a few more, house, and all that other fancy shit but in the end, it’s not worth what it seems. But you can’t tell that to the groupies that flock to the bling or sees dollar signs when they get a glimpse of real leather shoes that have initials that only money can buy.
There’s more to me than money but bitches will never see it. Not all women are bitches and all bitches aren’t women. But with the way that loyalty has been, I trust people as far as I can pay them. You know, arm’s length.
I was downstairs at the bar, minding my business when this floozy walks up and damn near begs to blow me off. I was in a bad mood. And “No” just wasn’t getting through her drugged out mind.
“Darling, sorry I’m late.” At first, I didn’t pay attention but then another woman, who was not the floozy, leaned around me and kissed me briefly. Startled, I looked at her and she smiled mischievously. “I said sorry. You don’t have to be cruel about it.”
Baffled, because I was still put off by the kiss, I nodded. The two women glared at one another until the beauty trying to save me spoke up.
“Who is your friend, Darling?”
I scoffed at the word friend. “I don’t know her. I think that she was looking for her dealer.”
The beauty with the southern drawl laughed and put my arm around her. Taking advantage of the moment, I caressed the curve of her back while looking into her eyes. She almost purred. The kitten laying underneath the skin wasn’t afraid to play. But what about the woman?
I looked over to see the floozy still there looking desperate. The jackpot radar was still whirling inside her head. And she seemed unaffected by the intrusion. Time to make this crystal fucking clear.
“You’re done here.”
The floozy rolled her eyes and stood walking to some schmuck she probably had a better chance with. I turned to thank the beautiful southerner but she was gone. I just knew I’d have to pay her off too. Lucky me. I’d managed to get out of all of that without paying a dime. Not even for a drink. Call me a horrible bastard but I was good with the outcome. Three Scotches later, I was feeling better than I had when I sat down. My tie was loose, suit jacket beside me on the stool, the first two buttons undone on my shirt and sleeves rolled up to my elbows. The amber liquid had taken effect and I was ready to retire for the night. Meetings over and I had the rest of the week to enjoy.
I walked to the elevator, jacket over a shoulder, taking my time. No rush. Leaning against the wall, I waited for the next elevator car to arrive. Ping! I looked up and then walked into an empty elevator. I leaned back and slowly released air from my lungs. Stress seemed to exit with it making for a lighter load. Just before the doors closed they reopened and in walked that southern charmer from earlier.
“Well hello, there Darling.” She greeted. Unlike earlier, that accent was slurred and laced with liquid courage. She stood in front but just to the side of me after she pressed the number just below mine.
I nodded accepting her greeting. “I never got a chance to thank you for earlier.”
“No problem sugar. I saw her at the bar harassing some poor bastard yesterday. You seemed ready to slug her so I decided to save you the hassle.”
Silence resumed and the sexual tension in the elevator was so thick it was difficult to fucking breathe. Her dress hugged every curve of her body displaying just how divine she really was. All she needed was a hat to finish off her “Southern Belle” demeanor. Her bare back only reminded me of how responsive she’d been. I reached forward and stroked her there. She gasped and it was the sweetest fucking sound.
“Don’t.” She whispered.
“Give me one reason.”
I walked up behind her and kissed the smooth skin at her neck. Did she just purr?
“I can’t focus if you’re doing that.” She looked back at me over her shoulder and said words I never thought she would.
“I’m not for sale.”
I chuckled but chose not to respond. Everybody had a price; she just hadn’t been faced with the opportunity yet. I bit the same place I’d kissed and her knees grew weak.
“You know we could take this to my room and discuss this over a glass of wine.”
She laughed low and seductive. “I don’t think you want to talk, big boy.”
I pulled her hips into mine and let her feel the truth in her words. She gasped again, caught by surprise.
“I don’t. I want to find out how sensitive you really are and if you’re smooth all over.” I knew I wasn’t playing fair since my mouth grazed her ear with each and every word. “Come, let me show you what I really want to do.”
“Mmm… fuck!” She whispered. Her breathing now labored, let me know just how aroused she truly was.
“Yes, exactly that.” The elevator opened and I walked around her and exited.
“Your call. Penthouse Suite 3.” I walked out and turned the corner where the Penthouse elevator waited. Up to my suite, I went hoping she’d eventually see reason.
I sat drinking another glass of Scotch in my room, debating whether to shower when I heard a soft knock. I sat down my glass and made my way to the door. When I opened it, in walked that southern girl and she was more exquisite than before. She walked in wearing a trench coat and shoes made just for her. As she passed me, her hand grazed my groin intently. I groaned and she continued as if she wasn’t fazed.
Her coat was opened and dropped to the floor revealing black lace thigh highs, panties and bra. Things were finally starting to look up. She walked into my bedroom and stretched out on the bed exposing her ass to me and disposing of her shoes. I could tell that her panties were already wet from where I stood but still I moved closer. I sat in the chair next to the bed and watched as her fingers teased that sweet pussy of hers. I had the perfect view of her bent over and her hand coming from underneath her to give me a show.
I’d grabbed my drink and sipped it slowly. We hadn’t spoken a word to one another and I preferred it that way. Soon there would be enough sound to forget the words. I watched as she expertly fingered herself as she probably had many times before. She was probably getting off on the fact that I was watching and I couldn’t blame her. The energy was fucking magnetic.
“Please…” She begged.
“Please, what?” I inquired.
“Please, do as you promised.”
“I am. I told you I didn’t want to talk.”
“No…” She whined so sweetly. And yes, I was going to make her beg for what she wanted. It was no secret that I got off on shit like that.
“I want you…” Her words dragged, pleading.
I started unbuttoning my shirt. She was getting closer. “I’m here.”
“Don’t make me say it.” Her fingers dipped inside and she groaned. “Here, I want you here.”
“I am here.” My voice was gruff even to my ears. Fuck I wanted her. But I wanted… no needed her to fucking beg for it.
“God!” She moaned as she worked herself over.
“No, I’m Miguel. Not God but if you’re into role playing, I’m not opposed.”
“Please!” She whined.
“Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere. Say it again.”
I saw her suck the fingers of her free hand and I groaned. We couldn’t have that. Her mouth could be taking care of much better things. I stood and took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants.
Her moans echoed through the room and her fingers were hitting something good because her thighs shook, toes curled, and her moans were reckless. She cared not who heard her and neither did I.
“Miguel, I’m so close… please… please… please…”
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”
“You!” Her screams replicated the shattering of her will as she came. Her hands pulled her hair and her body jerked while she succumbed to the call of her orgasm.
I stood and ran my fingertips down her back. Her skin was damp from the exertion of the take over from her orgasm and it was a good one.
When she calmed, she looked back at me with a nervous smile. “Hi.”
I chuckled. “Hello.”
“I… I guess I should take off. I didn’t mean to bother you.”
“You didn’t and you were magnificent.”
She blushed. “Thank you.”
I leaned down and kissed the small of her back and she sighed.
“I’ll let you take a minute to recover and I’ll get you a glass of water before we start.” I turned and heading toward the bar to get her a bottled water.
“Start?” She asked bewildered.
“Yes. Once you’re hydrated, I want to see what it feels like for you to be that wet while I’m deep inside you.”
Her mouth opened in shock but nothing came out.
“I can put something in that hole too.”
I walked away leaving her to deal with the excitement that I knew was coursing through her. Yeah, she’d be a fun way to relieve the stress I’m feeling this week and I had no problems with doing that. Why? Because I’m a sick bastard and she hadn’t even tipped the iceberg on what that’ll mean for her.
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5 thoughts on “8.22.2016: Bastard (Part I)”
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He’s my kind of sick bastard. I’ll take more of that, please! 🙂
Lol nice Kayla. Glad you enjoyed?
Holy cow! One of your best works yet! Loved it!