The Charade (5 page)

“I’m sorry,” I said. My tongue rotated around his nipples.

“No, no. Don’t apologize.” He said in a pleasured undertone. “It drove me crazy when you dug your nails into me.”

Pleased by his response, I grabbed his belt buckle and unloosened it. Enough of the appetizer, I wanted the main course. A bulge protruded through his pants. I couldn’t wait another moment to unleash it.

His panting was relentless. My pussy was sopping and sodden since I saw him at the deli. I slid his pants off and his glorious wood sprang out. I clenched his shaft and stuck my tongue down his throat. He pushed me to the edge of the desk and slid off my jeans and thong. My pussy’s temperature rose as he massaged my clit. It was still a bit sore from the other night with him.

We were both naked in each other’s arms. I felt scared – no man had made me feel this way. But, I also felt protected with him; like he wouldn’t ever let harm come my way when we together. Even if it
was
just sex with him.

“Your touch is amazing,” he said. He teased the head of his penis against my opening. His pre-come saturated my flesh and my wetness drizzled down his shaft. The heat between us suffocated me. Unable to resist, I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. His body jerked and stopped me, right before penetrating me. “Let me grab a condom.” I was happy he said that. But, disappointed too. I wanted to experience him filling me with his seed.

Victor grabbed a packet from his desk and rolled it down his shaft. Without missing a beat, Victor penetrated my damp, needy place. I eased back on the edge of the desk, spread my thighs and swallowed his entire length. He grasped my lower back, holding me up and I rested my hands on the back of his neck. He pumped away at my wet hole, making the entire desk creak.

Paperclips and ink pens rolled off the desk and rattled on the floor. I paid it no mind, I was too busy being pummeled by his cock. Each thrust went deeper. He tried to bury his dick deep into me. He drove harder and harder, I thought the condom would eventually break.

“Fuck me Victor!” I screamed loudly. He took heed to my cry and propelled his wood more ravenously than before. I didn’t care if the secretary heard me. I became lost in the moment. My pussy cried out. His heavy breathing mixed with mine.

He stretched my hole out so far, I wouldn't be able to walk straight the next day. His hand explored my breast, twisting my nipples, making me whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure. I never knew I would like the pain. I let out a muffled groan. “Oh, you like that? So fucking naughty.” I grabbed his wrist and placed it upon my neck. He squeezed it gently as his cock torpedoed into me. He squeezed my neck harder and a tear ran down my cheek. I let go. My pussy clenched and I roared into a mind-numbing orgasm. It left me breathless. Never before had a man seized control of me like that before. I bent to his will.

“I want you to come, Victor. I want you to fucking come so hard. Fuck me Victor!” His cock surged into me so mightily that the desk moved with each thrust.

“You want it? You fucking want it?” His hand was still around my neck; as he pumped towards me I thrusted back.

A monstrous groan escaped his lungs as his dick vibrated and sprayed his come into the condom. I promised, next time, it would be inside of me. I lay on top of the desk, as he lay on top of me – sweaty and winded. I was almost wheezing, but it was worth it. I looked outside the window; the sun peeked through clouds of gray. What a way to spend the lunch hour!

Office sex lived up to everything I envisioned it to be. I reveled in the thrill. The racy side of me wished someone would’ve walked in on us dead in the heat of the moment. The mushy side of me wanted to cuddle with him for the rest of the afternoon, but as soon as I moved to wrap my arms around his back, he shot up, evading my clutches. Before I could blink my eyes, he had his pants and dress shirts back on – like our tryst ceased to happen.

It confirmed everything I felt before I walked through his office door – that sex would be the only thing discussed between the two of us. It took all my might to hide my disappointment.

“This Thursday?” he asked looping his tie into a Windsor knot. He didn’t look anywhere in the direction of my naked body. His eyes were locked into the mirror perfecting his knot. Our room could have been engulfed in flames and he
still
would’ve been looping his tie.

“I’m gonna have to pass,” I said gathering my clothes which were scattered throughout the office.

His fingers stopped rotating. “I don’t understand,” he said. His words matched his facial expression. “I thought you enjoyed our time together. Was the sex not incredible?” He sounded robotic almost – as if the concept of a woman rejecting him did not compute.

“No, the sex
was
great,” I said. “That’s just it…”

“Yes,” he said interrupting me. “It was obvious you enjoyed it. Perhaps even more than I did.” I rolled my eyes at him putting what was left blouse over me – I wouldn’t have dared done it when he looked at me. Gosh damn did he tell the truth, though. My pussy was still swollen with ecstasy.

“I’m not that type of girl. The girls at the charity auction will do just fine. One night or two with you was good, but now I’m beginning to see things more clearly.”

He clasped his hands together behind his back and turned around. His eyebrow arched with curiosity. “Is that right?”

“I’m not into pity sex. The charity auction was last week. We can cut the fun and games. The charade is over. You can go back to your life. I know I’m not the type of girl that normally exists in the world you live in.”

“Maybe you're right.” I rushed towards the door. “But what if I want
you
in it…this Thursday. The Thursday after that and so on and so on.” He shortened the distance between us. “I want you. I want to explore your mind. Your soft skin. Your supple breasts. The soft crease between your pussy and your thigh. I want it and I want more of it. You’re going to deny me that?” He grabbed me gently by the hand.

I never had anyone speak of me in those words, in that tone. I was speechless.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” he asked. My teeth were chattering inside my mouth.

“I’m sorry. This is just all new to me.”

“What? Sex? I know you’re not a virgin. A virgin doesn’t know how to move her body the way you do.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Then what it is it?” He let go of my hand and he placed his hands on his waist.

“What we’re doing...”

“You’re not letting on much. I speak English and it sounds like you’re speaking womanese. I can’t read minds.” By the way his tone changed, I could tell frustration began to mount.

“You pick me up, fuck me and send me home.” I exhaled deeply. “That’s not what I’m interested in. We don’t know each other. At all.”

“It sounds like you’re looking for a husband.”

“I’m not. I just feel used. There’s more to me than just sex. I have a brain. A heart.”

“Well of course. We all are. But sex
is
natural. There isn’t anything wrong with giving in to your urges. I don’t see a crime in that. All sex is - is energy. And energy is harnessed and transferred. I’m sorry to get scientific, but it’s what I believe. I see nothing wrong with what we’re doing.”

“I just feel like I’m here right now and tomorrow another girl will be in my place and the day after that another girl and so on and so on, until I’m back here a few days later. And I don’t want to be that.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he said. He stroked his chin. “Listen, I appreciate what we share. Sex with you is amazing. And I appreciate the time we spend and the things we do. It’s not empty or pointless. I think it’s special.”

“Special?” I frowned in disbelief. He had to be bullshitting me. “We barely know each other outside of our first and last names.” I laughed. I heard men try to play mind games on me before, but this topped all of them. “Just how could this be special? Tell me, please.”

“Listen, would you at least agree that the sex is incredible?” I nodded somewhat. “Well why not continue this? Great sex doesn’t come a dime a dozen. It’s like a rare gem. When you find it, you cherish it dearly.” He had a point. The days where I didn’t see him, the thought of fucking him consumed my every waking moment. But I would never let him know that. I still had to play coy with him. “I cherish it. That’s what makes it special.”

Damn. That shut me right up. I expected some bullshit, ‘baby, baby, baby’ response, but he caught me from the blindside. He
cherished
sex with me? “I agree, it
is
wonderful.” I didn’t let him on that he had me eating out of his hand.

“My schedule is very tight. I like to deal with mature women. Women who know they want and aren’t concerned with what others think of them. Are you one of those women?”

“I am. But this is just sort of a difficult concept to wrap my head around. Things just get messy when sex enters the conversation.”

“You’re a mature woman aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Natasha, I see you for more than just sex. Do you think I would be entertaining this conversation if I saw nothing else than what was between your legs? Of course not.” He was right. With all my dealings with casual sex, there were no long, drawn out deliberations. “Besides. I
bought
you. You’re
mine
. The stipulations were for one date, but I’m a selfish man. Very selfish. And after the first night, I knew it wouldn’t be enough to curb my satisfaction. You’ve set me ablaze, Natasha.”

I resisted looking at his face. It would only make it worse. I had a decision. I knew pursuing things further would only leave me used up and worthless. But I also knew sex with him would continue to take my body to heights I never imagined.

“Ablaze?”

“Yes. I understand this ordeal is beyond your realm of comfort. But let me propose something.” I bit my lip and I moved so close to the edge of the chair, I nearly slipped off of it. He smirked, knowing he had me on a string. Damn it! “The charity auction is over. This isn’t pity sex. I enjoy your company, so this isn’t
just
about sex.” He stepped from around his desk and towered over me. “Obviously you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t like being here. So do I. I propose an agreement.”

“An agreement?”

“Yes, this is strictly sex and sex only. Let’s leave no room for discussion on the table. No emotions. No conversations about where you and I were going with this. This is sex.”

He approached this like a business contract. “Straight black and white, huh?”

“If you can’t
hang,
I understand.”

Now or never. But, I didn’t like being challenged. On one hand I felt cheapened being compared to a transaction, but on the other hand – back breaking sex with a handsome billionaire in luxurious hotel suite were only for the movies. The risky part of me wanted to ride the wave until the monsoon drowned my whole.

“You have a deal.” I extended my trembling hand to his. His strong digits swallowed mine and my fate was sealed. He buttoned his suit with the haughtiness of closing a multi-million dollar merger.

“A car will pick you up at seven o’clock Thursday.”

What if he told the truth? What if he
did
want me? What if I belonged to him? I always set myself up for disappointment anyways. It would’ve been too good to be true for a while then – pop! There goes my balloon bursting and I end up being tossed aside like yesterdays pot roast. In my case, the roast looks like a six foot tanned Amazonian goddess. Why can’t I just enjoy the memory of sex and masturbate to it and be happy? The whispers of the past swirled in my head.
My heart couldn’t be set up for  disappointment again – despite our verbal arrangement. My pussy thought otherwise.

I would be
his
on Thursday.

Chapter 4

I was never that good at creating a plan and sticking to it, but this one I felt confident about seeing to fruition. It was a couple of minutes before seven o’clock. His driver hadn’t arrived yet.

When I would see Victor, I would tell him I had a change of heart. He would hear my words about how I’m not a piece of meat, how I’m not a sex object and I’m a woman who deserves so much more than to be picked up, fucked silly then dropped like ton of bricks. I’d tell him I appreciate the time we spent, but our business was over. And then I would leave him, never laying eyes on him again. Yes, I had it mapped out to a ‘T’. He wouldn’t know what hit him.

I shook my head and laughed to myself. I should have known better. Meeting him that night at the auction was a monkey wrench in the plan. The plan was to take some time off from school, look for a job, go on a diet and finally get over Deandre. This was not part of the plan. Nowhere in the blueprint did it say be seduced by a mysterious billionaire. He had me under a spell, like I had been bitten by a vampire. I knew this was headed nowhere, but I could do nothing to stop it.

I could see the outcome now – the sex gets increasingly better, I get addicted, I end up falling for him, he fills my head up with sultry words and promises that I know he would never fulfill; I fall harder, he doesn’t feel the same way and the rug is pulled from under my feet. Yes, I’ve seen this story played out a million times. And I always end up hurt. But this was different – his aura was one of a kind. I’d never meet someone like him again.

But the allure of it all wore thin – even after a few encounters – despite how delectable they were. Yes, I’d never have the opportunity to sleep with a billionaire again, but the sobering question to all of this was if it wasn’t for the charity auction, would he even acknowledge my presence?  I knew the answer was a resounding ‘no’. Being aware of that fact, I knew I had to end it.

***

Victor and I were on the couch, our lips mashed together in a fury. He reached around to unsnap my bra and I sprang up suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This,” I said. “
This
is wrong. I know I said I could meet you, but I just can’t go through with this.”

“I’ll admit. I’m attracted to you. I’m attracted to your body. I don’t know you. At all. But I’d be willing to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I like your company. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He exhaled a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we should just end this here.”

Wait,
I
was the one supposed to be breaking this off, not him! “But…”

“You were right all along,” he said cutting me off. “The auction called for one date. I should’ve played by the rules. I apologize for coercing you. I’m sorry for taking this further than it should’ve gone.”

“No, listen...”

“It’s best, that I call my driver and have him take you home. I don’t want to be the bane of your discomfort.”

“Victor, please.”

“I told you before, Natasha, I only deal with women who know that they want. Indecisiveness is revolting to me. One day you want to pursue this, the next you don’t know what you want. I suggest we stop, before you end up hurting yourself.”

He got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He sipped and set the glass down furiously, nearly breaking his glass on the counter. “My time is valuable. I gave up playing games when I was a child. If you want to be here…be here. If you don’t…then go.”

“I said I was mature enough to handle this. It’s just difficult.” I tilted my head back in dissatisfaction.

“How is it difficult?”

“Do you know what it’s like to be fall for someone only for them to throw you out like garbage?” I tried fighting the tears, but it was no use. A tear fell to the floor. “Every guy, every last one I gave my all to and they treated me like shit. They all talked that ‘baby I’m different’ line and I fell for it. I fell for them and they all fucked me over.” I regained control over my emotions. “This is just sex, but I’ve drawn the line in the sand. I’m not nineteen years old anymore. And I know that’s where this is headed. Any day now I’m gonna fall asleep in your arms only to be woken up three hours later with my bags packed and your assistant handing me a plane ticket back home. Back home to a cold bed.”

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that, Natasha.” His voice softened.

“It’s all I’ve known.” I sniffled my nose and cleared my throat. “But, I bet you wouldn’t know a thing about that now would you. I know for certain you’ve never been in love before.”

“Not possible.” All visible emotion instantly drifted away from his face.

“Why?” My voice was whimsical, despite knowing the answer.

“I’m young and wealthy. You don’t get to this level without sacrifice. Unfortunately, this level requires an inordinate amount of commitment. I’m committed to success. There isn’t any time left for a commitment to a woman.”

“There’s always time for love.” My eyes filled with naiveté.

“Stick around and you’ll see my life isn’t for the faint of heart. I swim in an ocean of sharks.” He smirked to himself. “Matters of the heart are an afterthought.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right one.” I pursed my lips and inched closer to him, grabbing his beefy bicep. Though I barely knew him, I felt safe with him – protected.

“Perhaps. But for the moment, casual sex suits me just fine.”

This was not a time in my life where a casual, sexual relationship was something I was willing to pursue. I needed depth. I needed someone who ached at the thought of being away from me; someone who would fall to the floor and grab my leg if I thought about stepping out of the door. I didn’t want a life of someone’s secretary calling me to pencil me in for a lunch date three Wednesday’s after net. But the fact remained – I wasn’t able to elude Victor’s grasp on me.

“It doesn’t suit me at all.”

“I’m well aware.” His nonchalant demeanor was maddening. I clenched my sweaty fist tightly.

“Then why am I here?” My voiced raised an octave higher.

He took a sip, much slower than the last. “That’s a question you shouldn’t ask me.”

My mind raced from every direction. It wasn’t like he was hiding anything. The pursuit of sex was there from the beginning. In fact, they were the first words he spoke to me. I should have known better. I stood there and said nothing.

“Natasha,” he said I’m not a robot. I’m not devoid of feelings.”

“It sure seems like it.” I swallowed hard, trying not to let sadness envelop my face.

“You have no idea, Natasha.” He turned and faced me. His eyes became chained with mine. “The day’s I don’t see you, you’re all I think about.” I clenched my jaws together so my mouth wouldn’t fall to the floor. “I can tell you’re different. You’re not taken aback by the private jets and the hotel suites. It doesn’t matter to you. You could care less about it. That’s what I like about you.”

What he
liked
about me? “I thought this was just about sex?”

“It is. But how could you have sex with someone and
not
develop feelings for them?” I swallowed hard. Feelings? What feelings? “I think it’s impossible to not have feelings after you’ve bonded through sex.”

“I agree.” My voice shook from the napalm bomb he just dropped on me.

“I know we don’t know each other well, but the first time I saw you at the auction. Your demeanor said you didn’t belong – in a good way. It wasn’t your scene.” I sat back down next to him and could see the genuineness in eyes. “Meeting you was refreshing. You don’t understand what it’s like to rarely meet someone who isn’t after you what you have.” He took another sip.

“Really?”

“Yes.” The mask he wore since we met slipped. “All the toys, the jets, fancy hotels, fine clothes, it’s all bullshit. It’s nothing. It’s shallow. It’s not me. What defines me is creating something for the world and making money from it. An Aston Martin doesn’t define me.”

He spoke from an isolated place. I wondered just how many times he was this open and honest with someone – especially someone he barely knew.

“It sounds like you have everything and no one to share it with,” I said.

He cleared his throat loudly. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He caught himself. The mask fell back on. This time seemingly tighter. “Money and sex is what my life consists of. And I don’t think that’s really a bad combination for a man in his twenties.”

I knew I dove in head first into a hornet’s nest by seeing him again – albeit for one last time. Was I in too deep to get out? I went through this with Deandre. The instant things stopped being about sex and ventured into the relationship space – he froze up. He didn’t want to pursue things further with me and I didn’t want to continue to open my legs to him if we weren’t committed. Why did guys only want sex? And why was I able to stop things early on with Deandre and not Victor?

Victor was another entity altogether. Deandre was a regular guy. Played basketball with his friends on Tuesdays. He spent a lot of his nights drinking beer and playing video games. There’s nothing wrong with that at all – I played with him. But Victor…Victor was the type of man my mom and I would see in the old black and white movies we used to watch ever Saturday night – debonair, mysterious and powerful. Every guy wanted to be him and every woman wanted to be
with
him.

Even if for a moment – he wanted
me.
And I denied myself of the taste. Its flavor would last for a lifetime and I evaded it.

Victor came back and sat next to me on the couch. “There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of sex,” I said smiling. My pussy heated up. I inched in closer and relinquished the glass from his hands.

The shyness and reluctance diminished. Damn, he had a hold on me. I might as well embrace it. I didn’t know how long things – whatever it was – would last, but I would make sure he remembered me.

I pushed his chest back towards the cushion and mounted him. We spent several moments groping and kissing until we were finally undressed. I thought of the plan I devised and how I would break it off. So much for that. All of that resistance expired once he pecked soft kisses on the side of my neck. His touch made me lose all touch of reality.

His hand gripped my breast and the other kneaded my ass. Though I was on top, he had total control of me. That night I wanted control. This man continued to show me new things about myself I didn’t know lived inside of me. I reached around behind me and stroked his torrid extension. The more I rigorously coiled up and down his erectness, the more pre-come lathered my palm.

“Natasha,” he said gasping for a lungful of air. His steely length strained and throbbed in my clutches. “Your touch is all I think about.” He could barely get the words out he breathed so heavy. He maneuvered his hand beneath my wet crotch and fingered me relentlessly. The arousal consumed me so much, I cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples.

“Grab a condom.” His cock seemingly grew another inch. Silky fluid pulsed out the slit of his erection. I wanted it in me – all of it. Victor seized his pants leg with his toes and pulled it towards the couch. His eyes remained locked with mine as he reached into the back pocket and pulled out a shiny, purple sex package. The smell of latex and seduction filled the air.

I snatched the condom from his fingers and rolled it down to his base. I lifted up my knee and glided my pussy down his iron length. A collective moan came between us.

“Shit, you feel so good.” With both of his hands, he clenched my waist and braced for impact. I took hold of his biceps and rocked slowly back and forth. Being on top of him felt natural. Sex with him was just natural period. It liberated me.

I placed my hands on his sweaty chest and sped up my rhythm. He clamped down on his teeth and let out an earthy grown. I bent over and kissed him angrily and he grabbed a chunk of my hair. My hips wound on his muscular pelvis frenziedly. I slowed down and then sped up again making his eyes roll in the back of his head. I tightened my pussy around his dick like a python. “Fuck!” he yelped.

I had total control. I didn’t care about having an orgasm. I wanted to make him to come like no woman had ever made him come before. I twirled my hips around in a circular motion. Victor’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and beads of sweat formed on his brow.

I lifted up and reached around to massage his balls. I cupped them with my left hand and flicked his nipple with my other fingers. “Fuck. I can’t hold it anymore. I’m gonna come!” His face flushed with passion.

Our screams of bliss were earsplitting. I collapsed on Victor’s chest and plopped my waist violently on his shaft. Our lips caressed each other’s as we simultaneously reached an earth-shattering apex. His shaft unloaded and my flower thrummed. There wasn’t a breath left in my lungs. I lay on top of him as he wrapped his arms around me. I wished I could stretch the moment out longer. It was sweet.

***

As soon as our moment of bliss passed, so many questions arose. This was straight out of a girl’s fantasy, right? Seduced by a sexy billionaire? So why did I feel sour about this? Most girls would kill for this type of scenario. Anyone else besides me would run to the bathroom and text every bff in their contacts and spill all the juicy beans. They would have taken a dozen or so selfies in the luxurious suite and posted them to Instagram for everyone to fawn over. So why didn’t I bask in all the ‘eat your heart out’ potential of the situation? Because I didn’t feel like I deserved it. I knew this was temporary. I knew this was for one night. I knew this was charity. The end of the road wasn’t too far off.