SEVEN
"Sonny….what…are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About what? We have nothing to talk about."
"I disagree."
"There really isn't anything left to say. You made your choice."
"Brenda, please let me come in. Just for a minute."
"Does your wife know you are here?"
He didn't say anything.
She nodded. "Of course not."
"I promise it will only be for a minute."
She opened the door wider and moved to the side.
He walked past her.
She closed the door.
He looked at the bed.
It was obvious what just happened in it.
"I saw your friend leave."
She didn't say anything.
He continued. "Is that your boyfriend?"
"He's not my husband."
He looked at her. "How long have you been dating him?"
"Sonny, that is none of your business."
"I guess it isn't. You look good, Brenda. You look different. Still as beautiful as ever. I was shocked to see you at Kelly's. I thought I was seeing a mirage or something."
She didn't say a word, she just listened.
He picked up her shirt. "Versace. That's expensive. He must be loaded. What does he do?"
"None of-"
He finished her statement. "My business." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the bed again. "You love him?"
"Sonny, you are a happily married man. You married the woman of your dreams. The one that is supposedly better than me. The one that's perfect for you and your lifestyle. My love life is not your concern."
"Ok, I deserved that."
She agreed. "Yeah, you do. I really hope you are happy, because it would be a shame to lose what you lost for nothing."
"I know you hate me right now. I guess you have every right."
She crossed her arms. "Why are you here?"
"Because I just needed to see you."
"You saw me in Kelly's with your wife."
"Brenda, you know what I mean."
"No, I don't Sonny."
He just stared at her. "I...miss you."
"Good."
"I know you miss me too. I know you are angry. I don't care what you are saying, you miss me. Your eyes say you do. I made a mistake….and as God is my witness I'm paying for it."
She shrugged. "You did it to yourself."
"I did. You are absolutely right."
She shook her head. "I just don't know why you are here."
He reached over to touch her face, but she moved away.
"Just go. Go back home to your wife. You know the one you married in that big church, that one. The one who wore that ugly wedding dress."
He questioned her. "Were you there?"
"I was. I guess curiosity got the better of me. I didn't really think you were going to go through with it. I said, he wouldn't do that. We are so in love, there is just no way. But you did, in grand fashion too. You went all out."
"I'm sorry, Brenda."
She rolled her eyes. Spare me, just go."
He nodded. "I'll leave."
"Thank you and bye."
He walked past her.
He grabbed the door knob. "I still love you. I have never stopped. I always will. There isn't a minute of the day that I am not thinking about you. I made a mistake. I'm paying for it. Take care, Sweetheart."
He opened the door and left, closing it behind him.
Brenda walked over to the door and leaned up against it.
Tears slowly fell down her face…...
It's the next morning and Brenda has just finished getting dressed and packing.
She heard a knock at her door.
She opened it.
It was Christian.
As soon as she opened it, he could tell something was wrong.
Her eyes were red and swollen.
He didn't say anything.
He just asked if she was ready.
She nodded.
The bellhop grabbed her bags and they left…
They are on his private jet.
She wasn't saying much at all.
She was just staring out of the window.
"You saw him?"
Brenda looked at Christian. "Yes, he came by after you left."
"Are you ok?"
"No, he said he made a mistake and he still loves me."
"Is he leaving his wife?"
"I don't think so. I don't think he can. It would probably mean the death of him. Her father is in the mob too."
Christian nodded.
"I don't think I should have gone to Port Charles. I was fine. I was dealing with it and now, I don't know. I still love him. I do. God, I wish I didn't."
"So, stop."
She looked at him and grinned. "There you go again. It's not that easy."
"Shit, yes, it is. It would be for me."
"Wait until you fall in love and you will one day. You'll see."
He sighed. "Doubt it. That shit is a disease."
"I can't lie, it hasn't been kind to me."
Christian decided to change the subject. "I'm taking you to New York City."
"What?"
"Yes, we'll see a show, have a nice dinner, then I'll fuck you real nicely. That should cheer you up."
She burst into laughter and he joined her….
When they made it to New York, they went directly to their hotel.
Christian got a suite with two bedrooms.
Taylor would be staying across the hall.
Of course, the suite was to die for.
Brenda was so tired from the lack of sleep the night before, she decided to take a nap.
She only slept for a couple hours.
She woke up and joined him out in the living room of the suite.
She looked out the huge window.
The view was insane.
There was a knock at the door.
Christian got up and answered.
A couple of ladies with a rack full of clothes in garment bags walked in.
"Christian, what's that?"
"You'll need something to wear."
"I have something."
"Something new."
"I have something new. I haven't worn all of the clothes you bought me. It's hard when you keep buying me more."
"Just see what you like."
Christian sat down and started answering emails.
She walked over and one of the ladies started unzipping the bags…..
Brenda settled on a black Gucci dress.
Christian wore a nicely tailored suit.
He looked nice, but he always did.
A car was waiting and took them to the show.
It was her first time ever seeing a Broadway Show.
She was so excited.
It was Christian's first time too.
The show was amazing.
It actually took her mind off everything.
The talent on that stage was insane.
She laughed, she cried, and at the end they applauded.
It was a wonderful experience.
After the show they went to dinner.
Brenda couldn't stop talking about the show and how much she loved it.
She definitely wanted to see more shows.
Christian agreed.
"They are all so talented. I think I should take singing lessons. I want to sing. That's my new career."
He laughed.
"Christian, thanks again. You keep introducing me to so many new things."
"There is so much out here to experience. Work hard and enjoy the fruits of your labor."
"Do I work hard?"
He nodded. "Real Hard."
"Do you think we'll keep in touch after it's over?"
"What do you mean?"
"After this arrangement is over."
He shrugged. "I don't know."
"Do you normally?"
He shook his head, indicating no. "It's better. I tell you what, you are different than the women I normally choose. Much more outspoken. They never would have asked me that."
"Are you trying to say I talk too much?"
"Yes."
"Do I get on your nerves, Grey?"
"No. I don't mind. How are your modeling gigs coming along?"
"I'm getting more."
"Just keep working hard. Don't stop, you'll get to where you want to be. You have the face and personality."
"Just not the height."
"How many pictures have you seen of only the model's face? That happens all the time with makeup companies. That's your lane. There is not a more beautiful face than yours. You have a beautiful body too, just in a smaller package. Keep working hard, it will happen."
She nodded. "I'm trying. I'm just so happy I'm finally fine financially. That's because of you."
"You earn it."
"It doesn't really feel like I do, because it's so much fun."
He laughed. "I'm happy you are enjoying yourself, that's the goal."
"Although, it does wear me out."
"Increase your cardio."
She grinned. "I can't believe I have to workout to have sex with you. That is insane."
"You're doing fine."
"Grade me."
Christian smiled. "What?"
"Grade me, Grey."
"I think you are a solid B."
She frowned. "B?"
"Yes, almost perfect."
"What would I have to do to get an A?"
"Let me fuck your ass."
"B is fine."
He laughed. "You would enjoy it. Don't you like the vibrators? I know you do."
"Yeah, but they are small like your finger."
"We can move up."
"I don't know. I'll think about it."
He nodded. "No pressure. I'm still enjoying myself."
She was curious. "How long do you think this will last? How long does it typically last?"
"Depends on the submissive. I always have a problem with them getting attached."
"Stop being so good at sex. It's confusing."
He laughed…
They have left the restaurant and are driving around the city.
The car had tinted windows and a divider for privacy.
Christian removed his jacket. "Come here."
He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out.
She kicked off her shoes and crawled over.
Their faces were so close their noses were touching.
She kissed his cheek and wrapped her hand around his thickness.
She moved down and took him into her mouth.
He closed his eyes.
She licked him slowly, coating every inch of him in her salvia, before she began pumping him in and out of her mouth.
He gripped her hair and moaned. "Shit, Brenda."
He reached over and pulled her dress up.
He slipped his hand inside her panties caressing her ass first before moving to her triangle.
He slipped a finger inside of her eliciting a moan.
Another finger joined the first one and her legs opened a little wider to give him even more access.
The slurping sounds of her mouth and the wet sounds coming from her body filled the car.
She was moving against his fingers now, while pulling each one of his twins into her mouth.
He grunted.
She had gotten so good.
He withdrew his fingers before she came and slapped her ass hard.
She moaned loudly.
"Sit on it."
She stopped and straddled him.
He gripped her ass and pushed her down onto him….
When they made it to the hotel, he took her inside of her room and undressed her.
She was naked.
He was still fully dressed.
He placed her over his lap and struck her several times on her rear.
She moaned each time.
He didn't stop until her ass was on fire.
She had become accustomed to it.
There was no pleasure without pain.
He took two fingers and pushed them inside of her, moving them in and out, until she showered his fingers.
He placed those same two fingers in her mouth and instructed her to lick them clean.
He then placed her face down on the bed, unzipped his pants, and fucked her, with his thumb buried deep in her rear.
Her ass was throbbing from the spanking, but her love felt wonderful with him buried deep in it.
He fucked her slowly at first, sliding in and out of her with ease, because of how wet she was.
He ran his hands up and down her spine. "You feel so good. Shit, Brenda. Aaaah."
His hips were rotating and sinking into her with every stroke.
Eventually, he increased his speed as she gripped the sheets and cried out…
Christian's breathing steadied and he pulled out of her.
She felt incredibly empty.
He moved down her body and ran his tongue from her rear all the way down to her triangle.
She sighed.
He got out of the bed and went into his room briefly.
He returned and massaged her ass with the cream he always put on after he spanked her hard.
She didn't move, she was still trying to recover from that amazing orgasm.
He planted a kiss on her back and left.
After a while, Brenda crawled to the top of the bed and slipped under the covers.
As it always did, her mind drifted towards Sonny.
She had to get over him but how when she still loved him so much.
Yes, she was having the best sex of her life, but she would trade it all to be in his arms again.
His arms wrapped around her, kissing her so softly, like she was fragile.
They would stare into each other's eyes until the wee hours of the morning talking about nothing.
She missed him.
She missed that...
It's Monday and Brenda is back at home.
She held the phone tightly in her hand.
She wanted to call him.
Wrong or right she needed to talk to him.
She knew his schedule, he would be able to talk.
He wouldn't be at home.
She didn't want to be a mistress.
She would never do that.
She just wanted to talk.
That's it.
She dialed his number.
He answered on the third ring. "Sonny."
She didn't say anything at first.
"Hello."
"Sonny, it's me."
Sonny was shocked.
He got up and closed his office door. "Brenda."
"Look, I don't know why I'm calling."
"I do. You do too. I thought you would."
Her heart was beating so fast.
"I feel it too, Sweetheart. It hurts. It hurts so bad."
A tear rolled down her cheek. "Yes."
"I'm going to get out of this."
"How?"
"I just am. I can't go on like this. This can't be my life. I made a mistake. I'm aching for you. I ache all over."
"Me too, Sonny."
"You still love me?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to get out of this. I'm going to come and see you."
"No, I don't want to be a mistress, Sonny. When it's over, I'll be here."
"I'm going to end it…tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, she knows I still love you. It will never be her."
"Oh my God, Sonny. What about her father?"
"I can handle it…"