TRULY YOURS, chapter II

Maka Albarn. 21 years old and one of the most successful novelists since the last two decades. Author of many fantasy stories, along with romantic/erotic novels, the groundbreaking success of her books propelled her to the billionaire club at the young age of 18. Delicate, pure and beautiful with an angelic touch, this young and successful woman is the inspiration of aspiring authors, girls in particular, all around the world. Humanitarian, she is very involved into helping others that are less fortunate, especially in third-world countries where she focuses her efforts to reduce the gap between the rich and poor. She also had written some of the most beautiful stories and scenarios that were incorporated into movies, allowing her to win many awards as Emmy's and Academy's. But the most noteworthy prize would definitely be as being the youngest ever in history to have won a Nobel Prize in literature.

On this sleepless night, the sandy-blonde woman was wreaking her brain to find inspiration for her next romantic, erotic story. The Blank-Page syndrome was one pain in the ass. It wasn't as if she was on a deadline, she hadn't announced anything yet on her website or her publisher.

Actually, it wasn't the lack of inspiration that was the major problem. It was her craving.

Craving for some warmth.

Successful and wealthy at such a young age was something rare today. But at the end, when having this while being single, and a virgin to top it all, nights became hell.

She, too, possessed a great house. Not as big as Mr. Evans's mansion, but she could easily invite two to three families. Her room was in the most upward floor and her room was vast with a great balcony opened for fresh air and moonlight. She lived on a high hill giving a great view to the city.

Maka got off her chair from her laptop desk to let her body drop on her king-sized bed ruled with fluffy sheets. She turned around letting her body embracing the soft fabric. Her white shirt was partially unbuttoned, leaving the cleavage exposed. Her round breasts were soothed by the fresh air. She also had a skirt to her mid-thighs. It was plaid with red and black. She emitted a soft moan. She looked at her wrists, they were red marks embedded on her skin. No, she wasn't suicidal. Those were made by leather. She had written some of the most fantastic erotic and love novels, it was no surprise she, too, was into BDSM. And she had the knack of tying herself.

From her nightstand, she opened the drawers and took a pair of red leathers handcuffs. She wasted no time in putting them. Pulling it tightly against her skin, Maka seductively moaned to the painful pleasure it got her, but that pleasure was short-lived. She needed more than just that.

She put the instruments of her pleasure away to walk to the balcony. The author was welcomed by a fresh summer breeze of the night. A tall telescope was placed there. She used to gaze at the stars, and that passion never wavered. Perhaps she could find inspiration in them.

She was about to use the instrument, but her hand misused the thing, falling the lens straight head instead of skyward. Maka just sighed and looked through the lens to recalibrate it. But to her surprise, as soon as she looked through it, she stopped. Actually, she couldn't.

Okay, let's be honest: she didn't want to anymore.

She was gazing now at a tall man with a tan skin tone, athletic-shaped and crowned with snowy white hair. He stood there tall, like a king reigning over his kingdom with pride and elegance. But what got the author hypnotized was the fact he stood here without a shred of clothing covering him. It was as if he was sending a message, "Yeah, I'm naked. Look at it and savor it, because you love it."

And by God did she loved the sight.

Her heart beat fast and her breath was unsteady. She scanned this piece of divinity from head to toe several times; among them she stopped at his erection; a monumental tower. Without losing sight of the multi-billionaire, she pulled her tall chair to continue to threat herself. Basic instincts kicked in. Her right hand slipped under her skirt, and quickly under her white panties. Her fingers knew their mission. They started rubbing her spot. It wasn't the first time she "touched" herself, but it was a first doing it while staring at a naked man. Moans and battered breaths exited her lips, joy defined them. She did this for as long as he stood outside, 20 minutes. She enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it!

He entered back his domain. Maka whimpered, disappointed of the end of her fun. She was aroused now, but she just couldn't walk to the billionaire's front door and ask him to fuck her senseless. She, too, got back inside clearing her mind of her recent actions.

"What the hell was I doing?" She pulled her long hair back. "I should be above such perverted things like that."

Maka felt like hot molten iron; and she needed to be hammered. But she wasn't the type of girl to get down with any guy, considering she was a virgin. She didn't want her first time to be as such. But luckily for her, there was an alernative.

She grabbed her cellphone and tapped a speed dialed number. It answered, "Can't sleep, right?"

"Hey Kim…" Maka said. "I can sleep. It's just…"

Jacqueline, mostly known as Jackie, was a friend of Maka's during her high school years. It was actually her that stole Maka her first kiss, a kiss she didn't regret. She had always found that awkward, but got used to it. When the sandy blonde got famous for her books, Jackie made an accomplished psychologist. Every time she needed someone to talk to, she was there, but every time Maka needed "company", she provided and more.

"I'm here in 20 minutes."

It happened so fast, and so deliciously. Jackie entered Maka's room as soon as she opened the front door from the command console. She had long dark brownish hair and eyes of the same shade. She wore long black pants, a sleeveless jacket of the same color and a long-sleeves white shirt under it. She stormed by Maka's room and saw her. Lust reached its summit.

The tall brunette just hauled her in a passionate kiss. As they slammed the bed together, Maka's hand was already taking care of removing Jackie's upper clothing; she on the other hand just ripped Maka's shirt open. Her hands also took care of grabbing two pairs of leather handcuffs. In a swift moment, the blonde writer was tied to the bed posts, stripped of her freedom and her panties. Kim licked her lips, her white shirt unbuttoned that revealed generous breasts. She dived in to Maka's secret entrance and this one gasped in pure ecstasy.

Something about 90 minutes later, after a hot, steamy game of sex, Maka and Jackie lied in bed, looking at each other. Though she was smiling, the fresh image of Soul's manliness was burned bright in her mind. How was she going to get pass this?

"I have to tell you something." Jackie said.

"What is it?" Maka said innocently. That was probably of the good sex.

"I've started seeing someone." She said. Maka was surprised, but not shocked. "His name is Harvar. He's a cool guy. A bit mysterious, but he's good. So…"

"I see." There was a bit of a disappointment in her voice. She knew what it meant.

"So we might not do 'this' anymore. This might be our last time."

Maka pulled herself up to kiss her. "I'm really glad for you, Jackie. And I'm sure it will work out. I hope you two will be very happy together."

"Thank you for understanding, baby." She returned the kiss.

"And…" Maka said. "I accidentally stumbled on someone with the telescope before you came."

"Who?" Jackie didn't know where that topic came from.

Maka explained how she stumbled on the nakedness of Soul Evans, and how she was aroused, and also how she pleased herself at his sight. She felt embarrassed tell her this story, but Jackie couldn't help lifting a naughty smile to her lips. It was the very first time she heard Maka showing some interest to a man. Maybe, just maybe, that Soul Evans might be the answer for the author's single life.

"Wow, Maka," Jackie said. "I didn't know you were this naughty. No wonder that sex was wilder than usual."

"I don't even know the guy. I mean, we've probably come across each other for fundraising events, but never even talk."

"Then now is the time to do so." Maka turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Just hear me out; from a professional point of view, this would be good for you. Your dad was a cheating bastard, hence explaining your lack of faith towards men. You're not exactly a 100% lesbian, yet we only sleep with each other as friends with benefits, but I can tell that you don't want to go to men because you don't want to be betrayed. I'm not saying to date and marry the guy, but at least get to know him, without you being desperate or urgent about it of course."

Her point of view made sense to her. "I guess so."

"And to be honest," Jackie concluded, "I wouldn't be surprised if, like us, he'd be into BDSM. You have that innocence that I love bring to my knees."

"Hey!" She pouted like a kid.

"But it's true." Her hand cherished Maka's left cheek. "You do have that. You can't see yourself while we fuck, but I see you. And it's aphrodisiac to see you as such."

"Anyways…" Maka snuggled to Kim's neck. "Let's enjoy our last night without talking about anything else."

"Will you—"

"Yes, I'll think about what you said, promise!"

"That's good." Her body shifted onto Maka, taking her by surprise. "Since it's our last night, how about a round 2?"

Maka's legs wrapped around Jacqueline waist. "That's more like it." She said before her lips were captured again by her friend, leading to another storm of sex.

Soul Evans and Maka Albarn together? Maka asked that in her mind, but she was too busy focusing on the pleasure that Jackie's tongue gave. Little she knew, both of these billionaires had much in common to discover about each other.

To be continued...