Strangers for the Night (For The Night #1) (5 page)

I poured myself another glass of water, noticing that a
fresh bottle in another freezing bucket of ice had been provided and wondered
how they knew to replenish stocks,
and
that they wouldn’t be
interrupting us by coming in to do it? When I returned to the bedroom, Camilla had
fallen asleep, clients often needed to sleep, not being used to such intense physical
activities, so assuming we were on schedule with their requirements, I let
them. I on the other hand
wasn’t
being paid to sleep, I needed to stay
by their sides so I was the first thing they saw when they woke up, they needed
to feel that they were my priority. The disadvantage of only spending one night
with a client from abroad, was that I never had time to adjust to a new time
zone, I was constantly on UK time, so even I was feeling the effects of no
sleep and some strenuous sexual activities.

I spent two hours working out in
the living room area of the master bedroom, press ups, squats, crunches,
planks, then checked she was still sleeping soundly before having a quick
shower in the other bedroom, shaving and applying her favourite aftershave. She
was still sleeping when I returned, so I dialled room service to order a large
pot of black coffee to be delivered immediately, then placed a breakfast order
to be delivered at six a.m. I was being collected for my return flight at
eight-thirty, so I requested more coffee and a large egg white omelette with
another fruit salad for myself, and a stack of waffles and maple syrup for
Camilla, given she had a secret sweet tooth. Ian had deduced from his report on
her for me, that not only did she syphon Mr. Domville’s money to fund her
spending habits, but she was also bulimic. How he found out these things was
beyond me, Oliver swore he was way beyond a genius IQ and the best hacker he’d
ever known. It seemed that Camilla loved to eat junk food, but when no one else
could see, she’d puke it up after so she wouldn’t put on weight. We’d both
brushed our teeth after eating our late evening meal and when I’d left the
bathroom I’d heard her retching then brushing her teeth again.

I felt kind of sorry for her.
She’d never known her mother, had a number of step-mothers who all seemed interested
in her father just for his money. She was constantly in the media given her
affluent background and obviously found it hard to trust anyone and had
resorted to throwing up to keep a skinny figure. I’d never met one red bloodied
male that preferred a stick figure woman to one with curves and flesh. Camilla
needed professional help to handle her childhood, the fame and all the quirks
it had generated in her psyche, along with this eating disorder. She needed a
shrink, not me. I sighed, wondering if playing out her remaining fantasies was
really going to help her, but I was being paid for sex, not advice. I went to
check if my coffee had arrived and drank two cups, before heading back to the
master suite and pulling the soft white belt off the dressing gown she’d left
in a heap on the floor. I stood at the side of the bed and yanked back the
covers and she reacted with a genuine startled gasp as I woke her, then slowly
smiled as she saw me standing sporting a fresh naked erection and holding the
white belt.

‘Stand up, face the window, hands
behind your back,’ I ordered. I watched her quickly dart up, swing her legs off
the bed and do as she was told. I deftly secured her wrists with the soft belt.
‘Too tight?’ I whispered in her ear.

‘No, Sir, perfect.’

‘I want you to drop to your knees
and suck me to completion.’

‘Can I swallow you? She asked her
eyes wide with excitement, playing along. She knew she could swallow, it was
one of her stipulations.

‘Some, the rest I want all over
this beautiful face and body,’ I nodded as I ran a finger down her cheek.

‘Will there be enough for all
that?’ she frowned.

‘Of course,’ I nodded with a
smirk.

‘Yummy!’ she giggled. I chuckled.
My balls were like one of those automatic baseball launching machines,
constantly firing out supplies with force. I was damn lucky doing what I did, given
my virility and copious amounts of come, that I’d never knocked anyone up. I
knew she wanted me at the end of the bed with my legs spread, so that’s where I
headed, making sure my heavy balls dangled over the edge of the mattress. She
trotted around like an eager puppy and sank to her knees in front of me and ran
her tongue up my shaft, which stiffened a little more. I closed my eyes and
tried to imagine Lucy doing it to me, but I could barely picture her face
anymore. It was four years since we’d split up, four years since I’d been
fucking women for money. It was hard to believe, I guess the saying “Time flies
when you’re having fun” was written just for men like me. I flexed my pelvis, pushing
in and out of her mouth as she sucked as hard as she could, barely making it
half way down me before she started gagging.

Why couldn’t I picture Lucy’s
face?
I wondered as I tried to make myself come faster for Camilla.
Think
of someone sexy, with tits and an arse … like J-Lo or Shakira.
Summer! That
girl was bloody ruining me and I hadn’t even met her. I reached out and weaved
my fingers into Camilla’s hair and gripped her head as I stood up, her chin
automatically lifting up with me, her eyes were wide as I gazed down at her through
hooded lustful ones. I didn’t see her face though, I saw Summer’s. Those
perfect pastel pink lips with the heart shaped Cupid ’s bow at the top, her
blue wide eyed gaze as she worshipped my cock and sucked me dry.

‘Damn Camilla, you’re too good,’
I groaned as the first batch rumbled its way up my shaft, making me arch my
back and thrust right to the back of her throat as she spluttered and
swallowed, I yanked myself back as she gulped and gasped for breath, took my
cock in my hand and slowly stroked myself as I spurted again all over her face
and into her hair. She flicked her tongue out to catch a glob dripping down her
cheek, so I aimed the next batch onto her chin, then her throat and then her
breasts, with a final spew onto her waiting sticky out tongue. I sank back down
onto the bed and flopped backwards as I caught my breath. I was going to have
to cancel this appointment with Summer. Thinking about her while I was with
another client was
not
a good sign.
What if I called out the wrong
bloody name?

‘Please untie me so I can clean
you off my face with my finger and suck it,’ Camilla begged.

‘Tasty?’ I chuckled as I sat back
up and looked at her eager come stained face.

‘Delish! I’m hungry.’

‘I ordered room service, it will
be here in a while,’ I advised as I leaned forwards and untied her hands and
watched her go to work, offering me a sticky finger to suck. I held her gaze as
I did it and she quivered again. As part of a sex act I had no problem tasting
my own, but I’d read stories of guys that jacked off with the specific purpose
of eating their own,
that
was a definite no in the rule book of Logan
Steele. I smiled as she scrambled up and went to pull on the dressing gown and
I looked up, blowing out a deep breath as I stared directly at the unveiled
hidden camera, which was now pointing right at me. Damn it!

Logan had finished eating by the time I joined him in the
dining room of the Signature suite. I padded in, wrapped in the dressing gown
again, squeezing my hair dry with a soft towel. He was looking divine, casually
leaning back on one of the chairs, his broad hairless chest flexing as he sat
there drinking his coffee wearing just a small white towel around his waist,
his solid muscular thighs on display. I bit my lip as I got a glimpse of his
tackle underneath it.
I could definitely get used to having him around,
I thought. Then I chastised myself for the slip up. I
will
get used to
having him around
.
He got up and held my chair out for me, flicking my
napkin over my lap as he unveiled the biggest stack of waffles and crispy bacon
with a jug of maple syrup. I clapped my hands as he kissed my temple, then he sat
back down next to me with his hand on the back of my neck, stroking it as I
ate. Hot as Logan was, I didn’t ordinarily get to eat stodge and sugar like
this in these quantities without being judged by my friends, I was going to
make the most of it, after all what did it matter if I ate until I was sick?
That was the end result I was aiming for anyway.

‘I like seeing a girl with a
healthy appetite,’ he advised and I stopped mid-forkful and turned to give him
an astonished look. Men knew
nothing
. Did he have any idea what it took
to get a body like mine? He only exercised and ate healthily, I had to do both
of those things and throw up after every meal. I scoffed the rest down, it did
make a change not to have someone raise their eyebrows at the amount I really
wanted to eat. I put my napkin down, sipped some coffee and got up to go to the
bathroom, ready for my ritual, but Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me down
onto his lap. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’

‘To the bathroom.’

‘But I told you that I have plans
for you, the bathroom can wait,’ he whispered in my ear as his hand slid under
my dressing gown and up my bare thigh. I went to protest but he started kissing
me and I waged an internal battle in my head. Vomit or Logan? Vomit or Logan? As
I heard the choice in my head I knew it sounded ridiculous, who would choose
vomiting over this
man
and his sensuous lips? By the time his tongue
penetrated my mouth and his fingers were parting my vulva, my head said “fuck
it”
this
is more important. I immediately wrapped my arms around his
neck and kissed him back hard. I tensed as I heard the door to the main suite
opening. ‘What’s that noise?’ frowned Logan as he pulled his head back.

‘Probably just the maids making
the bed while we’re otherwise occupied,’ I lied.

‘How do they know we’re otherwise
occupied?’

‘The entire suite’s fitted with
heat signature cameras so staff can see where the occupants are and ensure they
avoid being seen when refreshing flowers or making beds, etc.’ I smiled.

‘Not visual recording cameras?’

‘No, that would be
highly
illegal,’
I replied and saw him relax and nod. I kissed him back to distract him. He was
just like all the other men in one respect, mistaking me for a dumb blonde. It
was no coincidence that he’d managed to evade the camera in the lift, cover the
one in the bedroom and angle it away from the bed
and
smash the vase of
orchids holding the third one. Someone had told him and I’d lay bets on it
being the Antoine. Being gay my charms had been wasted on him, but how the hell
did
he
know where the cameras were to tell Logan in the first place?
Only Blaine and three of his security team would have known that, and Alderton
the accountant who’d ensured the paper trail to Logan’s account was covered so Daddy
wouldn’t discover it.

I trusted Blaine, but not the
rest of them, which is why I’d sent him a text as I got out of the shower while
Logan was eating, to ask him to install another spy cam on the other side of
the Jacuzzi. If Logan managed to somehow thwart my efforts with the original
one, I’d have a backup that he had no idea about. I may already have a shot of
him getting a blow job, which would turn me on to re-watch, but would do
nothing to tie him to me. In order to threaten his reputation, I had to pull
all of my skills of deception into play to catch him fucking me on film, where
I looked bored and uninterested and he blew his load too quickly. Blaine could
blur my eyes to disguise me and I could threaten to release that recording,
which could be uploaded to all forms of media sites and would go viral with his
name attached to it. Once word got out that he wasn’t actually a man of steel,
that his stamina was equal to that of a teenage virgin, no one would ever book
him again. From the moment he fucked me in the hot tub, Logan Steele’s fate was
sealed, he’d be beholden to me. Right now though I wanted to come again desperately,
the hot tub was going to have to wait.

I stood up quickly, surprising
him and shrugged off my dressing gown as I parted his thighs and stood between
them. He palmed my hips and ran his tongue up from my pierced belly button to
my breastbone, then veered right and flicked one of my nipples with his tongue.
I sighed and grasped his hair and pulled his head closer until he sucked one,
elongating it before applying pressure with his teeth leaving me whimpering as
fire shot through my breast and surged through my body. He slid one hand down
my belly, slowly moving towards my clit, leaving me panting in exquisite
anticipation, knowing how expertly his fingers were about to bring me to a
climax. He curved his two fingers as he eased them into me, instantly hitting
my g-spot as his thumb swept back and forth over my clit, I started to tremble
as he sucked even harder on my nipple, but when he suddenly thrust one of his
other fingers up my backside I howled and shook violently as my climax hit. I
swayed, feeling dazed as the thought of taking his thick shaft up my rear made
me tremble even harder,
that
was definitely on the agenda for our next
meeting, I was going to call on dominant Logan for that one. ‘You come so
easily for me, Camilla Domville. Tell me, did you come this easily for any of
the men you fucked before me?’

‘No,’ I laughed as I gripped his
shoulders to stop from falling into a messy puddle on the floor.

‘Maybe you haven’t fucked enough
to compare?’ he suggested with a raised brow.

‘Trust me, I’ve fucked plenty.
I’m not the pure innocent that the media thinks I am, I’ve done old, young, ménage,
orgies and lesbians. I know what I’m talking about and you make me come faster
and harder than any of them.’

‘I just don’t understand how your
father still thinks you’re a virgin? I mean you’re … sex on legs Camilla, you
exude sex appeal.’

‘Thank you,’ I giggled and
blushed. ‘I have evidence of most of my encounters to keep them quiet,
particularly Daddy’s staff. They wouldn’t dare let slip what I get up to. I can
make them do whatever I want, choose who ever I want, when I want it.’

‘Then I feel very flattered that
you rank me as your best. Relax for a minute while I wash up and we’ll move
this out onto the balcony and make use of that enormous hot tub before I have
to leave.’ He scooped me up and carried me to the lounge, lay me down and
kissed my forehead.

‘Hmmm,’ I groaned as I lazily
stretched out. I heard him getting another glass of water from the dining room,
then watched him walk past and disappear. He moved with such power, yet
gracefully at the same time and his upper torso would put our college team
swimmers to shame. Kitty, my best friend, was going to
die
when I told
her all about how amazing he actually was, that all of the tales were true. It
was her older sister who’d had a triste with Logan and Kitty had convinced her
to let me have his email. All her sister had said was ‘Wow, night of my life.’
I’d love to have known the finer details, she’d always seemed a bit demure, far
more demure than Kitty who was worse than me for hook-ups. We often had girl
girl sessions and I pondered having her and Logan at the same time, but was I
prepared to share him? I wasn’t sure I was. I was roused from my daydream by
Logan striding back through, his erection lifting that towel up so high I could
see his dangling balls and gulped. Maybe I could have one orgasm as he fucked
me, then fake the total boredom, I didn’t want to deprive myself of coming when
that magnificent cock was inside me.

‘I need you, now,’ he growled as
he snatched me up from the sofa and threw me over his shoulder as I giggled and
squealed. ‘Thinking about your tight little cunt squeezing me got my cock so
hard. You’d better be soaking, Camilla.’

‘Trust me, I am,’ I panted as he
headed to the balcony bi-fold doors and pushed them back. He
definitely
knew there was a camera, he hovered on the edge trying to work out where it
was. ‘Logan please, I’m so desperate for you,’ I pleaded, feeling please that
my little ruse was about to catch him out.

‘Just admiring the spectacular
view,’ he replied, ‘nearly as good as when I watched you sleeping.’ O God, he
knew all the right things to say, as well as to do. He stepped out and strode
towards the hot tub and I felt him kissing my backside as he approached it, he
was keeping his face away from the box tree. I gasped as he ripped his towel
away, affording me an amazing view of his backside, before he set me down into
the bubbling, steaming water. The crafty bugger, he’d slung his towel over the tree.
Antoine and I would be having words later. I hoped that the one Blaine had
secured in the rose trellis behind me had been positioned properly and I made
sure I stood with my back to it ready. Logan set a condom down on the decking
and hopped in, grabbed me and kissed me like his life depended on it, his hands
roaming, squeezing, his tongue thrashing. I could feel his need for me
radiating off him, I’d definitely gotten to him, he may think I was just one of
his clients, but I’d lay odds that he was never this desperate for any of them.
He grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the edge of the hot tub, spread my thighs
and kneeled down on one of the seats and applied his tongue to my clit, before nibbling
it as he thrust three fingers up inside me and finger fucked me fast.

‘Logan,’ I whined as I leaned
back on my palms. He grabbed an ankle and hoisted it over his shoulder and his
tongue circled again and again. I couldn’t even hold myself up, I just gave
into it and flopped backwards, biting my arm as he brought me to the brink of
orgasm then suddenly stopped, let me calm down, then started all over again. By
the fifth time I was begging him to let me come, no one else was ever going to
compare to Logan, no one else ever needed to. I was going to be Mrs. Logan
Steele, the envy of women worldwide. My scream as I gushed all over his face
was Manhattan’s morning wake up call. I lay limp on the decking as he stood up
and looked down on me and wiped his mouth.

‘Fuck, I need you now Camilla,
I’m desperate to come,’ he groaned as he grasped his pulsating cock in his
hand. I nodded, it was good he’d just made me squirt like that, I was
completely drained and exhausted, that would help me look less than enthused. I
could actually quite happily fall sleep here from sheer sex exhaustion, with my
legs dangling in the water, the hard wood of the deck against my back. I
couldn’t even lift my head to watch as I heard the condom wrapper tear and a
deep sexual grunt leave Logan’s throat as he cloaked himself. As requested in
my brief, in the form of a very detailed scenario, he flipped me over so my
knees were supported by the seat below the water line, gripped my hips and
slammed into me. I bit the inside of my lip, until it drew blood, to prevent
myself from screaming with pleasure and imagined it was fat sweaty Alderton
fucking me, anything to try and detach from how incredible Logan was actually
feeling. Thank God I’d told him that I wanted him to come fast, before I did
and then have him eat me out and rim me. At least I’d be able to relax and
enjoy it. He didn’t disappoint, which in a way was disappointing in itself, he
came with an animalistic roar and I relaxed all my muscles as he collapsed on
top of me. ‘Shit I’m so sorry, you’re just too damn good, I’ve never come so
fast in my life.’

‘This wasn’t what I expected from
you, Logan,’ I mouthed, making sure the camera caught my lips moving. ‘I was
told you had incredible stamina, I feel so cheated.’

‘Tell me what I can do to make it
up to you Camilla, I feel awful,’ he groaned behind me. I pulled a sulky pout
and sighed, held it for a moment and then smiled, that sixty seconds of
recording was as good as a wedding ring. He’d never work with anyone but me
again.
Ever.

‘I want you to lick and fuck my
backside with your tongue, slowly.’

‘You’re an amazing woman Camilla
Domville, I’m going to send you something to let you know just how grateful I
am for what you’ve just done for me.’

‘You’re so sweet,’ I smiled as he
parted my cheeks and ran his tongue in a circle and I gave into it and cried
out in pleasure. I loved when guys did that, but I
never
did it in
return,
that
was disgusting. Next time it would be his thick solid cock up
my ass making me scream even louder. And even better, he’d be bareback and I’d
get to feel him exploding inside me before I sucked him clean.

‘Do you have to go?’ I whined as
he appeared from the master bedroom, sexily dressed in dark indigo jeans with a
fitted black shirt, rolled at the sleeves. He’d had another shower, his hair
was all sexily damp and he’d washed off that aftershave I’d always loved, but
I’d been right, Logan smelled even better. He leaned in and placed an arm
around my waist and kissed my cheek. Damn it, he’d just made me flood
again.
I was going to have to eat more calories and keep them down if I was going to
keep up with him when he moved to New York to be with me.