Attraction (26 page)

Riley and the butler rode the two floors. The car stopped and the elevator door parted,
then a second set of double doors parted, opening up to a small tiled entrance that was
surrounded by a tiny flight of stairs that led to the bedroom.
Canton stepped around her and walked to a small table by the floor to ceiling windows
that provided a breathtaking panoramic view of the city. The table was set for two with fine
china, silver utensils, Baccarat stemware, and two tall thin candles completing the private
romantic dinner for two. The butler reached in his coat, flipped his lighter and lighted the
candles. Next to the table was a silver bucket filled with ice chilling champagne.
As Dustin had in the limousine, Canton went over the amenities of her surroundings.
“Around the corner in back of me is a small kitchenette with a fully equipped bar. In the
refrigerator you will find a plate of hors d’oeuvres of chilled shrimp, black truffle on fois gras,
Beluga caviar with crackers, fresh fruit, and sliced Italian deli meats. The master did not specify
a particular drink that you might be partial to, but please let me know if you do not find
something that you need. Straight ahead is the restroom. Around the panel wall against which is
the bed is a small sitting room with a screen and satellite.”
Canton came back to the tiled entrance, where Riley was still standing, looking around,
trying to take in everything.
The butler indicated to a chrome panel that had a series of buttons on the wall next to the
elevator door. “Here are the switches for the lights, music, the curtains, and the room
temperature. This slider is the dimmer.” Canton demonstrated and the lights dimmed so that the
bedroom did not look so vast and imposing. “This is for the music.” He pushed another switch
and piano concerto rippled softly in the background. “And this switch is for the curtains.” On one
end of each of the two ceiling to floor windowed walls, soft white-colored curtains in film silk
began to slide across the evening view. “If you need anything, Ms. Calderon, please pick up the
phone and dial nine. Also, around the room Mr. Wait’s private quarters are switch panels, as
well.”
Canton gave his small bow and stepped into the elevator.
Riley hesitated for a moment, not sure that she wanted to go any further into Heron’s
master bedroom, feeling that if she did, she was committed to more than the evening. But, not
one to back out once she agreed to something, she slowly climbed the few steps into the room.
She took off her coat and threw it on the bed, and looked around the room. The biggest statement
that Heron’s private quarters made was its size, which was twice as large as Riley’s own house.
Otherwise, the décor was quite understated, with furniture that was simple and spare in design,
utilitarian, and in colors that were in soft cream with a touch of muted earth tones. The bed was a
California King that sat on a box of light taupe lacquer with a matching back panel and white
fitted coverlet. Beyond the bed against the windowed wall was a small sitting area with a creamcolored three-sided settee, a few ottomans in various browns, taupes, and creams, and two
armchairs. Around the room, there were very few adornments of art or sculpture. Against a wall
opposite of the bed was a series of large professional photo portraits of each member of his
family, the poses and coloring of the photos indicating that they were done by one studio,
including his nephew and niece. They hung next to one another in a straight line, each spaced
exactly the same distance from one another. Surprisingly, if there was any object on a countertop
it was a small pile of books and magazines, a few of them turned to a page.
After taking in the room, Riley had no idea what she should do, then decided she might
as well start with the champagne. She poured some in a Baccarat flute and sipped at it generously
at first, then guzzled down the remaining half. She refilled the flute and walked to the sitting
area, carrying the bottle, settled into the settee to watch the night lights below her, sipping the
champagne. As she did, she wondered how long she was willing to wait for Heron.
Normally, she had a personal policy of waiting for the man on a date for no more than
fifteen minutes. But, in her sense of fairness, that didn’t seem to apply to a man who had sent his
limousine to bring her sixty miles to his penthouse, or had left at her disposal all the
accoutrements of his luxurious abode. Plus, and this might have been a deliberately a sly move
on Heron’s part, Riley, not used to being served hand and foot, did not have the aplomb to ring
Canton for Dustin to drive her back up to Santa Rosa.
Deciding that she was beginning to feel put out that she was forced to wait for Heron
when it had been she who had called him in good faith after weeks of putting him off, Riley
picked up the phone and dialed nine.
Immediately Canton came on the line. “Yes, Ms. Calderon. How may I be of service?”
“Have you heard from Heron?”
“Not since he called before your arrival. Do wish that I call him?”
“Yes, please do that.”
Five minutes later, Canton rang. “Mr. Wait said that he apologizes but he will be delayed
at least another half hour. Is there anything I can get for you, Ms. Calderon?”
“No. No, I’m fine up here.”
However, Riley found herself still waiting for Heron to come home as the time
approached ten o’clock. She still couldn’t quite get up the nerve to call Canton to have Dustin
drive her home up. So, she seethed while sitting in the small entertainment area that was located
the bed wall, downing most of the expensive champagne, mostly flipping channels, too upset to
maintain any interest in shows or movies. She didn’t bother to ask Canton again to call Heron.
That would have been useless, since the butler could only relay what she already knew, that
Heron was not yet home and that he was not home yet because was being delayed at work.
When she looked up for the hundredth time, and this particular hundredth time was
nearing midnight, she decided she had enough, and propriety be damned. Happy for the first the
time that evening with a decision she made, she flicked the television off, and grabbed her coat.
As she headed for the elevator, the double doors opened, and Heron walked through them.
Riley felt what had been irritation surge to incensed anger, egged on by nearly a full
bottle of champagne. “Well, so, you’ve finally decided to come home and attend to your guest,
have you?” she said bitchily.
Heron gave her a bland look, his face expressionless as his fingers began to undo his tie.
Tiredness etched heavy lines under his eyes and around his mouth, and his eyelids were half
mast because he had to struggle to keep them open. Slowly, the dark eyes took their time
perusing over Riley, making a long and deliberate show of covering every inch of her large,
thrusting breasts barely contained by the white shirt and bra underneath.
“I’m sorry I’m late. Something came up at the last minute.” He sounded polite but not
particularly concerned. “But, I’m here now.”
Riley tossed her head back. “Well, isn’t that just grand.”
But for all the anger that she felt towards Heron for making her wait for several hours for
him to come home, she could feel her body begin to heat up, as if in anticipation of an erotic
carnage. Heron’s eyes narrowed slightly as they detected the slight tightening of her body. Riley
lifted her chin in open defiance.
Heron walked past her and went to the kitchenette and began to pour himself a drink.
“I’m leaving, Heron.”
He tossed his drink back in one gulp, his eyes never leaving Riley. Then he poured
himself another. “It was an emergency. I’m sorry, but I had little choice but to stay and clean
things up. I’m here, now. We can still enjoy the evening.”
Riley gave a cool little smile that had Heron narrowing his eyes again. “It’s too late. I’ve
spent all the good time I had inside me on waiting for you. Now, I’m tired, and I want to go
home and go to bed.”
Heron tossed back another drink. “I don’t think it would be a good idea if you left right
now, Riley.”
“Hmm. Now, why’s that?”
“I want to be with you. I looked forward to being with you since you called me. It would
be a shame to let what little time we have slip through our fingers just because of a few hours of
waiting.”
“Ah, no, Heron. If you think you can intimidate me into staying by throwing your weight
around, then think again. I wait for no one. Especially a man.”
Riley folded her coat over her arm, grabbed the purse that she had thrown on the bed, and
stalked to the elevator. In her rush, she dropped the purse on the rug. She stopped, and as she
stood over the purse, she turned her head to look back at Heron. Then, slowly, her back to Heron,
she bent from the waist down, her legs straight and taught in her spiked heels. When her fingers
touched the rug, her buttocks were raised high up in the air pointed straight at Heron.
Heron halted his hand that held his third drink midway when he caught sight of the raised
high quarters of this very voluptuous woman. He stared at her lifted buttocks for a moment, his
eyes transfixed, his striking face suddenly hard and hungry. Then he gave a small cold little grin
and drank down his drink.
Riley grabbed her purse and stood up, flipped her hair, and looked back at him and gave
him a little smirk before reaching for the elevator.
“Come back here, now!”
She stopped, so shocked was she at the sharp command. She turned back, tossed her head
again. “Did you just order me as if I were a dog?”
Heron took his time walking to her. “You’re not going anywhere, tonight, Riley.”
She raised a dark eyebrow. “If you think you can push me around, after what you made
me go through in the last few hours, you have another thing coming.”
Heron slowly came towards her, and seeing the menace behind the small smile that
curved his lips, Riley took a step back. Then she stopped, not wanting to be cowardly. She felt
very strongly that she was in the right, and there was no reason for her to back down.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been properly disciplined, have you, Riley,” he said, almost
gently. “Your father was probably far too easy going to rein in a daughter like you, and has never
taken a firm hand to you when you display such obdurate behavior as you are doing now. It’s
time that oversight be remedied.”
This time when Riley took a step back she did not chide herself, and continued to inch
her way to the elevator, her hand feeling for the buttons behind her. “Wha…What are you going
to do?”
Heron reciprocated her every step, taking a step forward for every one she took back, his
dark eyes blazing with hard, uncompromising desire. “I’m going to give you that spanking that
I’ve wanted to give the very first time I saw you, one that is long overdue.”
Riley felt her hands pressed against the elevator door. She spun around and frantically
pressed the buttons on the panel. The double doors immediately opened. But it was futile, and
she knew it long before she had reached the doors. Before Riley could step through them, she
was grabbed by one long, powerfully muscled arm and lifted off her feet. She instantly set up a
struggle, wriggling violently in the crushing embrace, twisting so that she could batter Heron
wherever she could with her fists. He merely took care of that by trapping her wrists in one hand
as he carried her to the bed.
As she was heaved unceremoniously to her punishment, there was a roaring in Riley’s
head, born of excitement and apprehension. It was true she felt a little terrified of the impending
punishment that Heron was determined to mete out on her. No man had ever laid a hand on her.
For all of her running a private sex club and her open attitude towards sex, she had never
partaken in any of the role plays, including bondage, that occurred often in the upstairs rooms
above her bar. Of course, she had been invited a few times, but little interest in that particular
proclivity had her decline. She had thought all this time that it went against her strong spirit to let
any man strike her, even for sex. But, now, she couldn’t deny that her heavy breathing wasn’t
only due to her exertion for escape, or that she found only terror in her struggle to escape
Heron’s powerful arms. Perversely, there was erotic excitement in having a man carting off a
woman to have his way with her once he had shown her who was master, and in putting up a
struggle to deny his intention
However, it was also her natural inclination to automatically fight against any attack that
had Riley launching a superhuman battle in Heron’s arms. With her hands bound by his, she
resorted to try and take bites out of him. When she was able to sink her teeth into his arms, he
only grunted. At the bed, he sat down and shifted her so that her stomach was on his lap.
“Let me go, you beast,” she yelled at him, trying to pummel him wherever she could with
her freed hands.
Heron trapped her failing legs between his, anchored her torso on his lap with an arm like
a steel band across the small of her back. He pushed the tight black skirt over her buttocks,
exposing her creamy naked buttocks to him. The black silk cord around her waist and that rose
out of her cheeks indicated that she was wearing a sexy little g-string. With an easy tug, he
ruthlessly tore the g-string from her and tossed them on the floor.
Feeling herself fully exposed to him, Riley only increased her struggles, now desperate to
get away, feeling herself becoming moist and tense. He would find her out soon. But he already
knew.
Heron molded her protruding cheek with one hand and began to fondle the opulent
curves, as if acquainting himself with her flesh in preparation for the punishment. Riley
shuddered and couldn’t help but wriggle her buttocks at him, feeling the harsh chastisement that
he intended to give her in that large, male hand.
“You’re a very naughty girl, Riley, being so belligerent and childish, tonight.” Heron’s
voice was low and harsh as his hand continued to smooth over her cheeks, squeezing them,
relishing the strikes that he would soon inflict on them. “You always were, from the first moment
I met you. I wanted to spank you then, and often after that, each time we saw each other. But I let
it pass, because I thought it wasn’t my place, back then, to provide discipline to you. I had
thought that that would be some other man’s prerogative. But things changed, didn’t they, Little
Pussy? I was free and you made a point of teasing me to no end with your petulant little tail, and
I took you to bed and you became mine. Now, are you going to begin to be a good little girl for
me, tonight, Little Pussy?”