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Part III
With Bev's suggestions, Madison was able to find three other of Theo's friends who would love to go on a guy's Aspen weekend. Well, at least their wives were sure they would go and usually that was what was important. Besides, what skier in his right mind wouldn't want a weekend in Aspen?
She arranged for a private plane to take them Friday night and to return them Sunday night. She and Theo didn't charter private planes too often, but they had done it enough that she knew what company to call and what arrangements to make. She also called Theo's secretary, Mayla, to make sure that there were no work issues Theo might have to attend to, and took Mayla into her confidence about the surprise ski trip. Mayla was thrilled about it, and told Madison she was so sweet for doing this. Mayla adored Theo, something that might have worried other women, because Mayla was a beautiful woman, but Mayla looked at Theo as a brother. She fussed over him, she did everything she could to make sure Theo's work time ran smoothly, but she never showed the slightest bit of romantic interest in him. Madison had seen them together a thousand times, times when they knew she was there, and other times when they didn't. She had never caught them acting any way inappropriate with each other. Never standing too close, never touching in a way that might be mistaken as intimate. She trusted Mayla. She trusted Theo even more.
She would tell Theo at dinner tonight. He might wonder why she suddenly wanted him to go skiing, but she felt she could handle that. "Darling, you work so hard," she murmured, practicing what she would say. "And you've been so wonderful about attending all these charity functions with me, I just want you to have a weekend of fun with your friends."
The only problem was that Theo was bound to wonder why she didn't want to go with him and she wasn't sure what she should say.
"Wow,"
She woke up the next day to the sound of his voice and realized he was in her room. She opened her eyes, expecting he would be looking at her, but he was looking around her room, a look of surprise on his face.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes, slightly embarrassed. Every available bit of wall space was covered with home made bookshelves, some of cinder blocks and boards, other simply of stolen milk crates. And the shelves were full of books. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice defensive. There was nothing wrong with reading, she hated it when people laughed at her about it, asking her what was wrong with her, didn't she like TV? She liked TV just fine, especially wrestling and football, but she liked to read, too. They weren't mutually exclusive.
"Nothing's wrong," he said, going over to one of the shelves and looking, "Hemingway, Stephen King, Nora Roberts. Your tastes run all over the place, don't they?"
She shrugged. Most of her books were gotten from garage sales, Sally's, or flea markets. Garage sales were the best, if you went late enough, people would practically give boxes of books to you, just to get rid of them. Flea markets were almost as good for that too. "I guess."
"Have you read all of these?" he asked.
Again, she shrugged. "Pretty much." She motioned towards a paper bag full of her latest finds. "I'm working my way through those."
"That's impressive," he said, then walked over and sat down on the bed next to her. "Why did you sleep in here?" he asked. "I wanted to have some fun when I woke up."
"I-I don't know," she lied. "I was worried I might be restless and I wanted you to get some sleep."
He seemed to accept this explanation, but took her hand and got up from the bed. "C'mon, I want to take a shower with you."
She rose and followed him into the bathroom. It wasn't much, but there was a tub and shower and this wouldn't be the first time she had showered with a man in there. She was pretty sure he wanted to do her in the shower, so she insisted on brushing her teeth first. She saw a strange toothbrush in the holder and was grateful to see he had already brushed his own. If his performance from last night was any indication, shower sex with him wasn't going to be any great shakes, if he had horrible morning breath, she might not be able to stand it.
He liked his shower at about the same temperature she did, so she didn't mind getting in with him. They washed each other down at first, him being rather business like about it, which surprised her, but soon enough, he was staring at her. "God, you have an awesome body."
"Thank you," she said. "So do you." He did too, she wasn't lying about that. He was a little thin compared to some of the wrestlers, but every inch of him was muscle.
"Something else likes you too," he said, taking her hand and guiding it to his erection. She wrapped her fingers along it, stroking it as she knew he wanted. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "So, tell me, Honey, am I as good as I said I would be?"
She wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to say that whoever filled his head with the notion that he was good in bed was a goddamned liar and she would have slept with him just for the thousand bucks, but she was pissed that he had promised her so much more. But, that wasn't her style, so she nodded as she stroked him. "Yeah, baby, you're the best."
Suddenly he moved her hand off of him and then turned and shut off the shower. "Bullshit," he said, turning to face her again.
"What?" His eyes were narrowed, staring at her with an angry expression. Please don't be one of those guys, she silently prayed. Please don't be one of those guys who likes to beat the shit out of me, please, please, please! She had run into that situation a few times, and it freaked her out. A couple of her girlfriends were into that, but not her. Pain was pain, and even worse, usually guys who were into that, were into anal too, and had no concept of lube. "What did I do?" She found herself backing away from him, cringing.
"You're a fucking liar," he said, and his voice was so matter-of-fact that she was petrified that she had made the worst choice of her life. He would attack her, beat her, rape her, and then leave. The thousand dollars he promised would never happen, she'd just end up bruised and broken, possibly permanently. Wrestling might be scripted, but these guys were strong, they could hurt you. She'd been on the wrong end of their aggression twice, she didn't want to go through it again.
"No," she said, trying to appease him. "No, baby, really, you're great. Best I ever had... I'll prove it, you want a blow job? C'mon baby, I know you loved my mouth last night, let me love you with it now." Her back was against the shower wall and he was moving closer.
"Shh," he said, his voice suddenly low and soft. She was afraid, no she was terrified, that the soft, low voice was only to throw her into a false sense of relief, so he could come down on her. She debated if she could push him away, the shower was wet, maybe he'd crash into the tub and she could run out and...
And what? She was naked, and if she stopped for clothes, he'd just catch up to her. So, she just pushed her back further into the wall, shaking with fear.
"Shh," he said again, and then put his hand under her chin and pushed gently to get her to look at him, she wanted to fight it, but she was afraid that would make him really angry and he'd hurt her even worse, so she let him raise her head and forced herself to look at him. His eyes didn't seem as cold as they seemed moments ago, in fact there was a curious light in them, what was that about?
Then he leaned over and kissed her. And unlike last night, this kiss was slow and sweet, even gentle. Their mouths were barely open and his lips were just covering hers, his tongue still in his mouth. She could feel their lips softening, and hardly aware she was doing it, she began responding, kissing him back. Then, and only then, did he start using his tongue, running along her lips at first, slowly as if asking for permission. She gave it by opening her mouth more, and his tongue slid into her mouth, not roughly, not invading it, but dancing in, exploring the inside of her mouth. She found her own tongue dancing with his as if it had a will of its own. It was slow, sweet, and delicious and easily the best kiss she ever had in her life. This was the kiss she imagined Prince Charming gave Sleeping Beauty when he woke her up, this was the kiss she had dreamed about all her life. Slow and sensual, as if they had all the time in the world, just to kiss.
When they finally did break away, she stared at him. He had a lopsided grin on his face and the earlier anger she sensed was gone. "What the fuck is your game?" she found herself saying, before she could stop herself.
"No game, Honey," he said, staring into her eyes. "I promised you mind blowing sex. I intend to deliver."
"What was last night, then?" she said, slightly annoyed that this man kept throwing her off her game, but even more so wishing he'd kiss her again like he just had.
"Last night was seeing if you'd make me keep my promise," he said, "But let's not worry about last night." And then he did kiss her again, and this time wrapped his arms around her, and she did the same, their wet, naked bodies pressed together and she found her nipples hardening and she felt a different moisture than the water from the shower, forming between her legs, all because of a kiss.
When she almost fell down, because her knees were so weak, he caught her and helped her out of the tub. "It's a little bit slippery in there," he said, as he helped her stand on the mat. "I don't want you to get hurt." Then he took a towel off the rack and started drying her off in the same slow and deliberate way he kissed her. He started with her shoulders and moved down. She put her arms by her sides and he dried those next, not rubbing, but more patting the water away with the towel. Then he moved across her stomach.
Even when he got to her breasts, her butt, all those erogenous zones, he did nothing to indicate they were any different from any other part of Honey's body. He dried them the same way, and yet there was something erotic about that too, as if by not treating those areas as special, her whole body was special. And when she was dry, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her, the both of them naked, back to her room, to her little single bed. He laid her down on the sheets and looked down at her. He had looked at her last night like a starving man would look at a meatloaf dinner. He was looking at her now like a man who lacked for nothing might look at a fine piece of fine art, as if last night he satisfied his body, now he would use her to satisfy his soul.
Then he moved on the bed and knelt between her legs, gently moving them apart. Honey could count on both hands but no feet the amount of time she had a guy perform oral on her, and most of the time it seemed more like a way to lube her up quickly. A few licks, like an old family pooch might lick your hand, then it was right back to doing what made him happy. But he was different. He rubbed along her thighs first with his hands, encouraging her legs to relax and fall to the sides. Then he kissed up one leg, from ankle to inner thigh, then moved across, completely ignoring between her legs, but instead kissing down the other one. When he got to her ankle, he went back to her other leg, but this time, he only kissed up to her knee, then ran his tongue from her knee, up her thigh and this time he certainly didn't ignore her sex, but ran his tongue along the length of it, very, very, very slowly.
She found herself clutching at the sheets on the bed, twisting them in her hands, unable to stop herself, but part of her waited for that to be it, that he would climb on her, but part of her didn't mind, just for those kisses, it had been worth it. She knew she would dream about those kisses for weeks, probably years to come.
But that wasn't it, and he kept using his mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling her most intimate area, and she found herself gasping and moaning, twisting about like a fish on a hook. No one had ever done this for her before, made her feel like every nerve in her body was glowing with a fire that burned as bright as real fire, but was the opposite of pain. She wanted to tell him how wonderful it was, just like guys had told her so many times, she wanted to yell, to scream, 'Yes, that's it, baby, yes! Don't stop!' but she was in a place beyond words, all she could make her mouth do was go, "Oh! Oh!" over and over again, like a stupid child stuck on one letter of the alphabet.
When he drew that most sensitive bundle of nerves into his lips and started gently sucking, and then eased a finger into her, she found herself not just coming, but exploding into a nameless bliss. Orgasm was not the word for it, there were no words for it. And she found herself bending back, arching her back in the air, her head digging into the pillow, and a scream escaped her, something she had never done in her life, not a moan, but a long, low, wail, as if in agony, and perhaps a part of her was, not for this, but for all the times she had sex before and that this was the only time it was so perfect, so good.
She finally pushed his head away, because she was just too sensitive to let him continue. He stopped sucking, but continued to ease his finger in and out of her, slowly, deliberately, which kept some of the fire burning in her, but it wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed-
"Please?" she asked, looking at him.
"Please, what?" He was still moving that finger and it felt wonderful, it felt good, but she knew she could have so much more, and she wanted it. All of it. More than want, she needed it.
"Please," she said, and realized this was another first, a first time she would beg for this and really mean it. "Please fuck me, please?"
"Do you have any condoms?" he asked, and still that finger slid in and out of her, slow and easy.
She reached over to the battered nightstand and fumbling, managed to open the top drawer. Did she have condoms? Of course she did! Still, he didn't stop with the finger, just kept sliding it in and out, slow but steady and where normally, this might have calmed her down, let her body readjust, now it was just making her want him even more. Her hand fumbled around in the drawer, seeming to find every single thing in there but the condoms. Small notebooks she used to write things down, a couple of paperbacks she turned to when she wanted to read something comforting and familiar, her birth control pills (because condoms were great, but she was not going to risk pregnancy) but not the damned condoms.
She looked at him, thinking of the pills and swallowed. "Are you clean?" she asked, hoping he didn't take this as a turn off.
He stared at her, that finger still moving. "I've never had sex without a condom and I get checked every thirty days. You?"
"Never without a condom, and my last blood check was two weeks ago," she said, trying not to pant. "And I'm on these." She pulled out the pill container and showed it to him, flipping open the lid so he could see all the little pills that were supposed to be missing, were missing.
He looked at the container, then at her. "Do we risk it?'
She didn't hesitate. "Yes." And the container of pills slipped from her fingers, falling on to the bed, but she didn't take her eyes off of him as he slid the finger out of her and started moving up her body. She found herself reaching between them, her intent to coax him with her fingers, but she didn't have to coax him, he was ready, the part of him she wanted so badly, thick and almost pulsing in her hands, and she felt the warmth of it, as if the same fire she had felt when he was going down on her had somehow spread to him. Honey, the girl who'd been fucked more times than she could count, had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted this man, this almost stranger to her, who had used and abused her the night before, then terrorized her in the shower. Was she sick? Maybe, but she didn't care. She guided him to her opening, and he eased inside of her, just the tip of him, looking into her eyes.
"Last chance," he said, panting slightly. "Do you want it like this? Or should I pull out and you search your drawer for those condoms?"
"I want it like this," she said. "Please?"
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It was the sound of her cell phone chiming that she had a message that broke Madison out of her thoughts. It was Theo, no big surprised, the man was as regular as clockwork.
If we don't have any plans tonight, I plan to be home around 8:00, does that work for you?
She had to give it to Theo, he was always polite and considerate. If she told him they had a function tonight, or had promised to have dinner with someone, he would have rearranged things at work to be home. Unlike most of her friends with working husbands, she almost never showed up to an event alone, where both of them had been invited. It certainly wasn't that Theo didn't work hard, he was usually in his office by 6:00 in the morning, and almost never home before 6:00 at night, often even later. He was the owner of the company, and he took that responsibility seriously, which was why the company was listed in the Fortune 500. Not just for top businesses, but for top places to work, something else Madison was proud of him for doing too. He was a good man, Theo, a very good man. The type of man who could own and run a highly profitable business, and yet still be good to his employees.
So, why was she actually considering this?
She typed back her message:
8:00 will be fine, I'll tell Louis.
Louis was their personal chef.
They spent almost the whole day in bed together, before hunger finally forced them to go out searching for food. There was nothing much in the apartment, but that was fine with him. "I promised to feed you," he said. "So, where do we eat?"
They went to a small diner within walking distance of the apartment. The place was cheap, but the food wasn't bad and there was plenty of it, and that's what mattered right now.
It wasn't until their cheeseburgers were delivered that she finally worked up the courage to ask him again what his game was.
"What do you mean?" he asked, picking up his burger and taking a bite.
"You played some game with me and I'm not sure how I feel 'bout that," she said. "You tell me how awesome you are, how you gone blow my mind, but last night you were just like any other guy, maybe even a little worse, and this morning, I thought it was more of the same."
"Was it?" He was chewing the bite he took while she was talking.
"No," she admitted. "That was mind blowing. So, why you didn't show me that last night? You wouldn't have woke up alone."
He grinned. "But I did keep my promise, right?"
"Yeah," she said. "But that ain't the point." She ate one of her fries. This place had awesome fries, they were hot and crisp, just how she liked them, with a faintly sweet taste to them, as if the oil hadn't been changed in awhile. "Point is that you were playing me for some game and I don't know why. I kept my end of the deal."
"I know that," he said. "I wanted to see if you'd make me keep mine."
"What's that 'posed to mean?" she asked, her brows furrowing.
"I promised you three things," he said, reaching over and taking one of her fries, ignoring her protests. "A thousand dollars, which I'll still give you-"
"When?" she asked, reaching over to his plate and stealing one of his onion rings, deciding if he didn't like it, he could just lump it. Tit for tat, said the cat.
"When I'm leaving."
"How do I know you'll do it?"
"You'll just have to trust me." He grinned and stole another fry, which he popped into his mouth.
"Would you stop stealing my fries?" she asked him, frowning. "You wanted fries, you could have ordered them."
"I like onion rings too." He picked up one of his onion rings and popped it in his mouth, chewing happily. Not crudely like so many of the guys she spent time with, but with enthusiasm, as if he was really enjoying the batter dipped, greasy circles. She liked him for that, it was just such a normal thing.
He was still grinning. She knew he wasn't much older than she was, two years, three tops. Yet there was something about him that made him seem a lot older than his years. "Okay, so you gone give me that grand when you leave an' I have to trust you on that one. What else you promise me?" She took another one of his onion rings, because the onion rings here weren't that bad either.
His grin turned into a frown for a moment. "Honey, you should know what you've been promised in life. But okay, I promised to feed and take care of you this week, which I believe I'm doing, right now, even if you do keep stealing my onion rings." The grin returned as he took another fry from her plate.
"Only 'cause you stealing my fries!" she protested.
"And," he continued, ignoring her protest over his fast food crimes. "I promised you mind blowing sex. Then, last night I was a selfish bastard who was only interested in pleasing myself. But, this morning I showed you I wasn't lying. What does that tell you?"
She frowned. "That you won't give me the grand when you leave, you give me ten bucks instead. Then you'll mail the grand to me in a week."
He laughed then, a warm, friendly laugh, and took another bite of his burger. "Honey, I like you," he said, once he had chewed and swallowed. "You've got a bang dead body, a beautiful face, and you're intelligent."
"Thank you," she said, blushing a bit. The body and face she was used to being complimented on. Her intelligence was another matter. Not that people called her stupid, they didn't, but most of the guys she knew didn't care if she was smart as an owl, or dumb as an ox, they just cared about what holes she had to put their dicks into. "But you still ain't answering my question; why did you do it? Why did you make me think last night that you were nothin' but a liar?"
He got really serious then and stopped eating. "Honey, if someone promises you something good, you need to make sure you get it."
"Huh?" Her hand, holding one of his onion rings, stopped half way to her mouth and she ended up putting the onion ring on her plate instead. "What's that 'posed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said." He reached over and took her hand. "If someone makes you a promise, you make sure they deliver. You should have spoken up last night, told me after that blow job, which was mind blowing, by the way, but you should have said right then, that I wasn't holding up my end of the deal."
"What if I had?" she asked, her brow furrowed, because she had never even considered such a thing as asking a guy to deliver in bed what he promised. Guys were always promising they were good and falling short. "What would have happened?"
"You would have woken up in my arms, purring like a cat," he said, without any hesitation. "And we would have done what we did this morning, but probably in your mom's room."
"All guys talk a bigger game than they ever give you." She sighed and ate the onion ring on her plate. "It's just the way guys are."
"Exaggeration is to be expected," he said, "lying isn't. If a guy promises you mind blowing sex, you give him one shot and then you tell him you're not interested."
"Oh, that'll make me popular with my crowd," she said, rolling her eyes. "I do that an' I'll never get laid."
"You can probably do a better job of sexing yourself up with your fingers and an electric toothbrush," he countered, taking a few more of her fries. "So, really, does it matter?"
She had to give him that, he had a point there. She thought of the nights she had spent with guys who really hadn't done anything for her but waste her time and leave her high and dry. If she was honest with herself, which he seemed to want her to be, she wasn't sure why she kept this game up, hanging with the other rats, hanging around the indy guys. Sure, when she started, she was just so happy they even noticed her, happy that they were so willing to screw an underage girl that she didn't care. But, now that it had been going on, not for days, but for years, she wondered why she kept it up. Was it really all that great? Was it worth it?
When they were walking back to the apartment, he put his arm around her and pulled her close. "Have you learned anything?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "We go there again and I'm ordering the onion rings, you can order the fries. I might get more'n two fries, then."
He laughed for a moment like this was the funniest joke he'd ever heard, then he stopped, wrapped both arms around her and kissed her again like he had that morning, and just like this morning, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of them.
End of Part III
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