Losing Control (11 page)

“Oh, Taury, it’s wonderful!” Fawn
sighed, forgetting her worries. “Who came up with this idea?”

He put a hand to his chest.

“Really? I’ll bet the workers love
it!”

“Yeah, they do. It gives them a nice
place to hang out and relax between shifts. And there’s a park just outside
with picnic tables, and a walkway, to encourage them to stretch their legs. I
wanted them to feel like this is more than some old workplace.”

“I’d like to work here myself! What
can I order?”

“Anything on the menu.” He pointed to
a chalkboard above the counter.

“Um, a chocolate milkshake, and some
French fries, maybe. I don’t want too much after that big breakfast!”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about
your panties getting too tight if you eat too much,” he goaded.

She threw him a dark look. “I wish I
hadn’t done this, Taury. I feel so wicked.”

“That was the point of it.”

They ordered their meals from a jolly
bald guy with hairy arms and twinkling black eyes by the name of Joe. Then
Taury led her to a table in a private corner, nodding and greeting other
employees along the way.

Taury munched on his Big Bad Burger,
holding it steady with one hand. He slid his unbound fingers under the table
and rested them provocatively between Fawn’s thighs.

She gasped, almost choked on her
fries.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you have to ask?”

“What if someone sees?”

“We’re sheltered here. Do you want me
to get you going now?”

His voice was inciting her as much as
his fingers.

“You already have, but Taury, I’m not
into this. I guess I’m not as adventurous as you’d like me to be.”

“I want you to be who you are. I just
thought a little adventure might be fun. Maybe you just need a different kind
of adventure. Let’s get through eating. Then I want to show you my office.”

She noticed a mischievous gleam in
his blue eyes, wondered what he was planning.

TWELVE

Taury’s office was way up on the top
of the factory, in a penthouse kind of space that had killer views of the sea.
Fawn could see Alcatraz sitting like a black shadow upon the brilliantly azure
waters of the Bay. And the Golden Gate Bridge was near enough to tell what
color the cars were as they whizzed by.

“How do you get any work done up
here? I’d be staring at the ocean all day!”

“It isn’t easy.”

She heard the heavy mahogany door
open behind her.

“Fawn, I’d like you to meet Harper
Trigg, my secretary. Harper, this is Fawn Hamilton, my fiancée.”

Fawn turned around, felt a blast of
Arctic air blow in through the door. A tall, stunning redhead strode in; her
all-business demeanor foiled by a low-cut teal-colored sweater and a tight,
matching skirt. She handed Taury some folders, nodded slightly at Fawn.

“Hi,” Fawn said quietly, a bit
overwhelmed by the woman’s appearance.

“Hello,” Harper responded in a curt,
uninterested tone. “Mr. Ainsworth expects these back ASAP, Taury. He said your
signature is needed on everything.”

“I’ll look them over first; that
Ainsworth is a wily old prick, always trying to slip something past me. He
doesn’t quite see my point of view about work ethics and keeping our employees
safe and happy.”

“I highlighted a few things that I
thought you’d be opposed to.”

“Good! That’s my Harper, don’t know
what I’d do without her!”

Fawn pulled at her dress, noticed the
woman’s stony green eyes glaring at her hips, as if she knew Fawn had nothing
on underneath.

“Will that be all, Taury?”

“Yes, oh, and hold all calls, would
you? We don’t want to be disturbed.”

She looked Fawn up and down, raised
and lowered her brows in a bold show of disapproval.

“Of course. Nice to meet you, Ms.
Hamilton.”

“Same here,” Fawn lied.

The woman strode out just as
arrogantly as she had entered.

“You certainly have some uppity women
in your life.”

“Jealous?”

“Do I have a reason to be?”

“Nope. Strictly business; Harper
doesn’t go for guys, anyway.”

“Taury, sometimes you are downright
naïve.”

“What do you mean?”

“She has it bad for you. I could see
that plainly enough.”

“Harper?”

“Yes, Harper. If looks could kill I’d
be lying on the floor in shreds!”

“Oh, I don’t believe it. You’re
imagining things.”

“Would it change your feelings if you
knew it was true?”

She suddenly felt vulnerable and
unsure.

He swept her into his arms, raised
her dress and playfully smacked her bare bottom.

“No, it would not! All I’ve been
thinking about since we left the apartment is how soon I could get my hands and
other body parts onto your naked behind! Let me lock that door and I’ll prove
to you just how unchangeable my feelings for you are!”

He let her go, hurried to the outer,
waiting room door and bolted it shut then did the same for the inner door.

“I have to admit I had an ulterior
motive in bringing you here.”

“Sounds interesting,” she giggled.
“What is it?”

“I want to have a candy orgy.”

Fawn laughed out loud. “A candy orgy?
And how do we do that? Wait,” she stopped, worried, “you don’t mean with lots
of people, like in swingers’ clubs or Ancient Rome?”

“Hell, no! I’d never get that kinky.
I have some new candy samples, and I thought we could try them out, on each
other.”

She started to shiver all over at the
suggestion.

Taury opened a drawer in a cabinet by
the window; brought out some cute little bottles.

“These are our newest items – we call
them Candy Quickies. They’re like those energy drinks only they’re made of
good, wholesome stuff, and they taste great! No caffeine, or weird toxins. Want
to try one?”

“I guess so.” Fawn was a bit let
down, didn’t understand his implications.

Taury closed the blinds on all the
windows then began to strip out of his gray suit. He motioned for Fawn to join
him at the long beige sofa under the window sill. After she did he grabbed the
hem of her dress and yanked it up and off of her.

“Lie down,” he whispered.

Once she was flat on her back, he
opened a bottle of Strawberry Fascination and let the cool syrupy candy flow
over her breasts. Then he massaged it slowly onto her skin, stirring her senses
with his gentle but determined touch and the sweet smell of the strawberries.
He knelt down, moved his lips over her breasts, lapping up the candy and biting
at her nipples, working her up into a delicious frenzy.

He poured more candy between her
thighs, letting it stream down into her fleshy pink recesses, then he licked it
back out with a tortuously slow and deepening motion that had her muffling her
screams.

“They’ll hear me, Taury.”

“No, they won’t! This place is more
sound-proof than a tomb! Let it all out! I want to hear you break glass!”

She laughed and wiggled and screamed and
cried as he brought her to a tumultuous climax. Of course, one was never enough
but she wanted her turn on him.

“Let me up,” she pleaded.

He acquiesced and she pushed him down
on the sofa. After examining the other bottles she chose Chocolate Insanity,
and opened it. Taury could barely contain his anticipation as Fawn let the dark
liquid melt all over him. Then she rubbed it in like a healing potion and
watched with bated breath as he grew thicker and harder in her hands.

“My Boy Lollipop,” she murmured.

He laughed softly as she captured him
in her mouth and worked her tongue all around the tip, taking in the sweetness
of him mixed with the slight bitterness of the dark chocolate. He moaned and
twisted until he came in a grinding torrent. Fawn held fast, would not release
him until he was completely spent.

Or so she thought, but he soon rose
up and thrust into her with renewed strength. Fawn let herself be wound up
again, cherishing every twitch and kiss and ripple of pleasure. They finished
together and fell upon each other, breathing in a hard, sweaty rhythm.

“Damn, that was almost too good!”
Taury decided, reaching down to sweep her hair away from her eyes. “Did you
break any glass? I was too busy to hear it if you did?”

“You know I didn’t! But I don’t doubt
your Harper heard every noise we made!”

“Ah, I don’t care! Next time I’ll
invite her in, and let you show her how it’s done!”

Fawn sat up, her ego injured. “Oh, no
you won’t!”

He scooted close, pulled her down on
his sticky chest. “I was kidding, Fawn! Don’t take me so seriously. You‘re the
only woman I want. I’ve proven that, haven’t I?”

“Yes, but don’t joke about her, or
anyone else. I can’t bear to even think of sharing you with someone.”

“You’ll never have to, I swear to
that!”

She calmed down, realized then how
messy they were.

“Oh, wow, how are we going to get out
of here looking and smelling like this?”

“I’ve got a bathroom with a shower in
there.” His gaze pointed to a set of double doors. “I also have a bedroom up
here but I rarely use it.”

“That’s convenient. Oh, it just
occurred to me … but what are we going to wear to this Venetian ball?”

“I hadn’t thought about that. I guess
a trip to a costume store is in order.”

“This might be fun, after all,
Taury.”

She giggled with nervous excitement,
though Taury seemed unconvinced.

By evening the old mansion was lit up
like a Christmas tree. The white-paneled ball room was draped with streamers
and lacy paper globe lights and colorful banners heralding the guests. They all
began to arrive around eight; a steaming hot buffet was lined up in the dining
room, waiting there to entice and enjoy. Fawn and Taury had sneaked in earlier
to taste the myriad of delights – meats and seafood and glammed up vegetables
and some swanky pasta dishes otherwise known as casseroles in less pretentious
circles; plus cakes and cookies and even ice cream.

Now the two of them hid at the top of
the stairs, wondering if they really wanted to brave the tedious atmosphere of
political jargon and false familiarity.

“Should we go down?” Fawn asked him,
while her eyes danced all over his commanding presence. He was dressed
exquisitely in a white shirt with ruffled collar under a smart black waistcoat
and doublet. His pants were 17th Century, dark gray, tight and lean, with black
knee boots finishing the Romantic Poet look.

Fawn was sexier than hell, or so
Taury had said, in a scarlet gown with puffed sleeves and sparkling sequins
running from her shoulder on one side across her midriff and down around her
hip on the other. Her cleavage was quite pronounced – which surprised her since
she hadn’t realized she had any. Her chestnut hair was twirled up and pinned
loosely with ringlets dangling here and there.

Both of them wore a mask that
complimented the colors of their costumes.

“I guess we might as well make our
appearances. But I don’t want to stay long. I thought I’d be worn out after
that escapade in my office but damn, woman, if you haven’t got me hard again,
wearing that getup! All I want to do is chase you into a bedroom somewhere and
peel it off of you, layer by layer!”

Fawn shook off a sudden case of
goose-bumps, savoring the vision he inspired.

“Sounds like heaven! Taury, hold my
hand as we go, will you? I’m afraid I’ll trip in this gown. I can’t even see my
shoes!”

He bowed, took her hand and
graciously escorted her down the stairs. They passed politely through the
incoming crowd, made their way into the ballroom. A band, also in costume, was
playing a strange, classical version of an 80s tune. People were dancing,
badly, or drinking, a lot, or clustering in groups about the edges of the room,
conversing no doubt about politics and money.

Finally, the Queen made her entrance.
She was breathtaking in a golden gown covered in sparkling stones, immaculate
make-up, a feathered mask and a tall, glistening white wig. The guests gasped
in unison then broke into applause.
Elizabeth
accepted it as humbly as a royal
could.