Dangerous Pleasures (23 page)

Annie’s jaw dropped. “No way!” she exclaimed, and then she blushed at having responded with such a colloquialism.

“Way!” Nora Buckley said, laughing. “You are going to more than earn it.”

Annie couldn’t believe her good fortune. She would have been content to remain the gift shop’s manager forever. Assistant manager of The Spa at Egret Pointe. It sounded so important, although she knew it really wasn’t in the grand scheme of things. She was actually going to be able to afford some new clothes. She could pay for camp this summer for the girls. She called her sister and shared her news.

“Wow!” Lizzie said. “That’s incredible, Annie!”

“Come out and help me shop for some appropriate clothes,” Annie replied. “Come out and help me celebrate. I’m scared and excited all in one.”

“I can’t this weekend,” Lizzie replied. “The Channel Corp. is turning out to be a great deal of work. I’ve spent most of the winter learning all their companies. It’s fascinating. They seem to specialize in giving people what they want. Their companies are mostly geared to service.”

“I can’t shop without you,” Annie protested. “I’m so out of touch with what’s hot, what’s not, what’s appropriate, and all that stuff. You live in the city. You know, and you simply have to help me, Lizzie!”

“It would be easier if you came into town,” Lizzie said.

“Nanny takes the weekends off,” Annie said.

“Look, ask her to give up her Saturday, and tell her she can have Monday instead. Tell her why, and she’ll understand, if what you say about her is true. Mavis Iaonne can take Wills off the bus one day, can’t she? And then the girls will be home.”

“I’ll see what I can arrange,” Annie said to her sister.

“Stay here Friday night,” Devyn said when she told him.

“What?”

“Stay at the Spa. The nanny will be at home with your kids. You can hitch a ride on the Spa chopper into the city Saturday morning. They’ve got an early pickup and a late return. That way you don’t have to drive it.”

“And how do I get back if I don’t drive?” Annie asked him.

“Same way,” he replied. “Then we’ll have dinner before you go home, okay? Ask Ms. Buckley. I’ll bet she says it’s okay.”

Annie asked. Hesitantly.

“Of course,” Nora replied. “Smart idea. Tell the front desk you want one of the staff rooms Friday night.”

The local paper came out Thursday with the Spa’s help-wanted ad. Annie had half a dozen calls immediately. She spoke with Nanny Violet, who was perfectly happy to give up her Saturday.

“No need to bother with Mrs. Iaonne, dear,” she told Annie. “One day off will be perfect for me this week. I’ll just take Sunday.”

“I’ll try to get back at a reasonable hour on Saturday so you can leave then,” Annie promised.

“Thank you, dear,” Nanny Violet said.

“Amy’s curfew on Saturday night is midnight, and don’t let her tell you otherwise,” Annie warned the nanny.

“Amy won’t be going out this weekend, dear,” Nanny Violet said. “She has a term paper due and wants to work on it. She had such good grades last term, she wants to keep it up and get into a good college.”

“What about her BFF, Brittany?” Annie wondered aloud.

“Oh, Amy doesn’t see a great deal of Brittany these days,” Nanny Violet said.

“Brittany’s one of the most popular girls in school.” Annie was surprised. She sought out her oldest daughter. “Nanny says you don’t hang out with Brittany a whole lot anymore. I thought she was your BFF. What gives?”

“Oh, we’re still friends,” Amy said, “but Brittany isn’t serious about school.”

“And since when have you been?” Annie wanted to know.

“Look, Mom, I’m a sophomore now. Nathaniel says that if I expect to get into a decent college I have to settle down. And Nanny says that Brittany may be a fun girl, but she’s really no better than she ought to be. Nanny says a girl’s reputation is very important, and she doesn’t want to be tarred by another person’s bad habits. She says colleges look at your MySpace and Facebook Web sites. Nanny says they’re just as important as good grades and extracurricular stuff. Some of the things Nanny says are so funny—and old-fashioned, but I do trust her. And as Nanny says, it can’t hurt to err on the side of caution,” Amy finished.

Amazing, Annie thought. And wonderful as well. Nanny Violet had worked a miracle with her eldest daughter. The twins hadn’t gotten into trouble once this year over their environmental and animal-loving stances, which Annie now realized was probably due to the nanny’s good influence, and her knack for directing them in a more appropriate direction. And Wills’s table manners were suddenly better than any of theirs. Her children were safe and well cared-for. She could concentrate on her career and the new responsibilities that were hers as of March first.

She stayed overnight at the Spa before going into town. She had a pleasant room in one of the new wings that had been added when the mansion was renovated. She noted, however, that there was no flat-screen television to access the Channel. But Devyn had joined her uninvited, and he had brought a friend. It had been a couple of weeks since their encounter in the storage room. She had made certain not to be caught alone there with him again. She needed time to think. The reality of having a lover was dangerous in her mind, and now here he was with another PA, called Connor. They both had towels wrapped about their waists.

“Who let you in?” Annie wanted to know.

“We got the extra key card,” Devyn said. “I thought maybe you would like to play with me and Connor.”

“There’s that ego again,” Annie said. “Biggest thing about you, Devyn.”

“Connor’s is just as big,” he told her, slipping an arm about her waist. “I know you’ve never had two men before, but it would be fun for you. Something different.” His arm tightened about her. “Come on, Annie, you know you’re curious.”

While he talked to her Connor had come up to stand before her. He unzipped her skirt and slid it off. Devyn lifted her out of the garment, which had fallen to the floor. Moving behind her, he pulled her blazer off and yanked her turtleneck over her head. Then, undoing her bra, he tossed it aside, his hand closing over a breast. Connor grasped her other breast and began licking at the nipple. After a moment or two he took it into his mouth, biting down gently, and then sucking strongly on it while Devyn fondled the breast in his keeping, pinching and pulling at the nipple.

Annie leaned back against Devyn with a sigh. She had just been quickly and very efficiently stripped naked except for her panties. She had two men playing with her breasts. Devyn’s other hand was kneading her butt. Connor’s other hand was pushing past the elastic band on her panties and cupping her mons. She sighed again. It was too delicious, and totally naughty. No. It was wicked, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Reaching behind her, Annie first pulled Devyn’s towel off and then, reaching in front of her, drew Connor’s off. Gazing down, she saw he was indeed well hung.

In response he loosened his hold on her breast and, kneeling in front of her, pulled her panties down completely, and off. His big hands slid up the sides of her legs and thighs, reaching around to squeeze her buttocks. Devyn now held her before him, his hands capturing both of her breasts and playing with them. He kissed the edges of her face and licked the shell of one ear, breathing hotly into it suggestively.

Connor’s tongue now began to explore her. He licked the soft insides of her thighs first, making her murmur softly. Then his tongue slid along her slit. He nibbled on the edges of her labia. Then his tongue pushed through her nether lips to find her clit, and when he did he began to worry it with teasing touches. When Annie began to move restlessly he sucked on her clit, and she squealed. He alternated sucking and flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit. Annie could feel her juices coming.

Connor lifted his dark head up. “She’s wet now, man. Can we fuck? She is so damned hot. Let me do her first.”

“Go ahead,” Devyn responded. “Annie’s going to do something for me, too.”

They half carried, half dragged her onto the bed. Connor was on her quickly, rolling a condom over his big dick. She didn’t protest. He thrust himself eagerly into her with an almost sobbing sound, and then he began to piston her hard.

Devyn moved behind Annie and, straddling her head, said, “Open your mouth, baby. I told you next time you were going to suck me off.” He rubbed his thick penis along her lips. “Open wide for me, Annie,” he told her, and when she did he pushed his cock between her lips, groaning as her mouth closed and she began to suck him.

Annie couldn’t believe what was happening to her, and she was letting it happen. It wasn’t even in the Channel. It was here and now and very real. She was being fucked into submission by a kid who she damned well knew was close to twenty years her junior, and sucking on another man’s big dick with vigor. She drew Devyn deeper into her throat and sucked him harder.

“Annie, Annie,” he practically whimpered. “I’m going to come.”

She loosened her hold on his cock. “Don’t you dare until you’ve fucked me, Devyn! If you do I’m going to spank you for being a bad boy,” she threatened.

“I can’t help it! You are so warm and wet and sexy.” He pushed his penis back into her mouth. When she gave it a quick tug he came, his thick cum sliding easily down her throat. Annie sucked him hard until she had drawn every bit of juice from him. Devyn fell back on the pillows, temporarily sated.

Annie turned her attentions to Connor. “Make me come,” she commanded him. “You can do more for me than just grunt and sweat.”

He grinned down at her, and with unerring aim found her G spot. When Annie gasped he began to work it until she was dizzy with the pleasure she was getting from him. When she had had enough she tightened herself about his penis until he was squealing like a girl. Together they came in a burst of orgiastic fury that left them both weak as their shared climax drained away.

“You boys are lots of fun,” Annie told them as she sat up to view her young lovers with their now limp cocks lying flaccidly against their thighs. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “Devyn, get over here now! You are about to get your cute butt spanked for coming when I told you not to come. I wanted another fuck, and you will give it to me or else!”

He crawled over to her and lay across her lap obediently. Connor grinned.

“You,” Annie said. “Go home now. You’ve had all you’re going to have tonight. If you say a word about what happened here I’ll deny it, and I’ll fire you. I can do that as of March first, Connor. I’m the new assistant manager. Did Devyn tell you that?”

“No, ma’am,” Connor said politely as he quickly pulled on his clothes, which were folded neatly on a chair. “I won’t say a word, but, ma’am, you are one hell of a fuck.”

“Why, thank you, sweetie. Now give me a kiss and beat it,” Annie said, holding up her lips to him. He kissed her mouth softly, his blue eyes meeting hers.
My God,
Annie thought, seeing the look in those eyes.
He’s fascinated by me.
She watched as Connor beat a hasty retreat. She heard Devyn snicker, lying over her lap. “When was the last time you were spanked?” she asked him.

“Not since I was five,” he told her softly. “Will you spank me hard, Annie?”

“Yes, I will, for two reasons. For coming when I told you not to come, and for springing Connor on me before you asked,” Annie said.

“You would have said no, and the truth is, you enjoyed having two men,” Devyn replied. “Maybe next time I’ll bring two others. You’ve got three orifices, after all.”

Annie’s hand came down on his round butt, and he yelped.

“Ouch! That hurt,” he said.

She began to rain blows on his squirming buttocks until they were crimson. He really might have escaped her, but he made no effort to do so. Finally her hand was sore, and she ceased whacking him. “Get up now, you bad thing, and tell me you’re sorry,” Annie said. She shifted him from her lap.

Devyn scrambled to his feet. “I’ve got a better way of saying thank-you,” he said, revealing his cock, newly revived by her blows and ready to fuck her.

“Ohh, yes!” Annie half moaned as she climbed into the center of the bed and spread herself open for him. “Fuck me, Devyn, and you know just how I like it. Hard and deep until I am screaming.”

“My way this time, Annie,” he told her. “Hands and knees, head down on your arms, and your butt high. This time I’m the dominant.”

Annie didn’t argue with him. She wanted that big cock inside of her, making her cry with pleasure. Rolling onto her belly, she assumed the position he’d ordered, and waited for him to impale her. Instead Devyn stroked her buttocks slowly, gently, suggestively. He reached beneath her to play with her clit, making it tingle with rising desire, but he did not satisfy her. “Devyn!” she complained, and then she gasped as he penetrated her vagina in a fierce, swift move. His hand closed over the back of her neck, holding her steady as he fucked her deeper and deeper. She could feel the orgasm beginning to build.

“Ohh, yes, Devyn!” she encouraged him. “Do it to me!
Do it!
” And he did. Annie came in a crashing climax that rendered her almost, but not quite, unconscious. She screamed with enjoyment, relishing every jerk of his dick as he spilled his cum.

Damn,
she thought. He hadn’t worn a condom again, and she didn’t need to get, as they said in Victorian novels, in a family way, and without a husband. Five kids were more than enough. “I’m going to kill you if I get pregnant,” she told him.

“Aren’t you on the pill?” he asked her.

“I’m a widow,” Annie said in an exasperated tone. “I haven’t had sex since my husband went to London and then didn’t come home.”

“Whoops,” he said softly. And he leaned over to kiss her.

Annie pushed him away. “Listen to me, boyo. Five kids are enough. They are at last all in school. I’ve got a budding career. If you louse up my life with your overactive libido…” She stopped. “I’ll have to get my doctor to give me a prescription for the morning-after pill, and then everyone in Egret Pointe will know I’m having sex. Terrific. Dr. Sam won’t talk, but the pharmacist gossips.”