Trust Me (36 page)

“We’re
staying in Paris?” she asked excitedly, walking beside him as they reached their car.

“Only
for the night, unless I can convince The Don into coming to France. Otherwise, we’ll need to go to him in Italy.”

“Italy?”
she asked wide eyed. Creighton chuckled softly and kissed her briefly before closing the car door behind her and walking to his side, sitting down behind the steering wheel.

“Milan
isn’t that far away, about eight hours by car, but since we’re running short on time I’ve arranged for the company jet to be flown to Paris and we can take that to Milan. At least Aryana can’t run away at thirty thousand feet.”

“This
is turning out to be quite a vacation,” she said wearily.

“Are
you starting to regret your decision to join me?” he asked, glancing across to her as he pulled back out into traffic.

“No,
I’m just amazed at how different things have turned out. I didn’t really think about what I was going to do when I came here, I sort of figured I’d play it day by day. I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d be visiting a medieval village, or going to Paris to bring a runaway bride back to her father in Italy. These are the things you only read about in books.”

Creighton
reached across and took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips where he kissed her knuckles tenderly.

“There
is nothing I wouldn’t do to bring a smile to your lips, my darling,” he said gently.

“I
wish we had the time to drive,” she said suddenly. “I love road trips and I’d love to see the sights of France and Italy by car.”

“We
can if you’d like,” he told her. “We wouldn’t be able to pull off to the side of the road and make love on the bonnet of the car though. We’ll have to take Aryana and Daniel with us.” Sandra smiled with a warm blush.

“Is
it something you’d be willing to do? Driving, I mean?” she asked excitedly.

“Would
it please you?” She nodded. “Then it’s a road trip we’ll take. It may give us enough time to convince Aryana into not being so afraid of her father. Maybe with some time spent with you, she’d find the same courage you have.”

“I
doubt that,” she said with an amused snort. “You’d have to get her a kinky kit of her own to make her feel as invincible as I do.”

The
hotel room was far more of an apartment than a suite. There was a living room, a dining room, kitchen, study, entertainment room, two bedrooms, three full bathrooms and two balconies. The master bedroom was larger than her entire apartment in Kansas had been; there was a huge balcony with a large private pool. The furnishings were of fine leather, rich burgundy, dark wood and plush floor covering.

They
had returned nearly an hour ago and while Creighton insisted that he had to finish up with some business, she decided to take a swim before relaxing in a warm bath. It was very surreal swimming in a pool fifteen floors above the ground.

The
private master bath had a marble soaker tub big enough for three fully-grown adults in the middle of the room, surrounded by fine rich marble. She had never seen a tub that overflowed into a mote-type surrounding before, but it promised a deep, luxurious experience, complete with jets. The vanity took up an entire wall, holding double sinks and an area for doing one’s makeup and hair. There was a marble fireplace at one end of the room, two burgundy settees sitting on either side with a toilet and a bidet in a private side room; a small table between the two holding a telephone and a number of magazines. A large three-tier chandelier hung over the massive tub to complete the ensemble. It was a luxury, pure and simple.

Sandra
was reclining in the large tub filled with bubbles, listening to her iPod through the ear buds when Creighton came in. He leaned against the frame of the door, just watching her. She looked so at ease and relaxed for the first time in days that he hated to disturb her. Instead he chose to leave her to herself for now, returning to the study and picking up the phone. He dialed the main desk, asked for a particular lobby shop and waited as the phone rang. He had thought of a surprise for her while they were in Orleans and wanted it here when she finished her bath.

Reluctantly
stepping out of the tub, Sandra wrapped a large soft bath sheet-sized towel around her slender frame, unsure exactly how long she had lounged beneath the warm water. She loved taking baths, but she rarely did so at home. Her grandparents lived in an old Victorian style farmhouse, complete with a claw foot bathtub. It was far from being large enough to relax in comfortably.

She
stepped back into the large master bedroom opening the wooden armoire where the majority of her clothes had been placed. Rummaging through the array of new items, she finally found the very erotic outfit Creighton had insisted she buy. Sandra was tired because of all they had done that day, but she was eager to be back in Creighton’s arms. Hurriedly, she slipped on the black leather panties with the heart-shaped front, making certain the string slid between her butt cheeks and zipped up the front of the matching bustier, to just beneath her sternum, allowing her breasts to swell above the metal closure; hidden from sight, but just barely. She slid her legs into a pair of silky thigh-high nylons and zipped up the black leather boots before running a brush through her hair; leaving it loose to fall around her shoulders and down her back. Sandra looked at the woman’s reflection who stared at her through the mirror and blushed. She looked very mature, very sexy and very, very naughty.

Sandra
folded the blankets down to the foot of the bed and assembled the toys Creighton brought with them, glancing at the bed and blushed. Knowing what and how the many toys were used for made her blush and thinking about how much pleasure she had received from them, made her blush even deeper.

She
sprayed a small amount of the perfume she had bought for Cathy between her breasts, at the bend of her elbows and below each butt cheek before she dimmed the chandelier that hung over the king-sized bed and left the room. As she walked toward the living room, she heard voices; one was Creighton's, the other male, older and deeper than her lover’s. The front door opened and she peeked around the corner of the hall to see Creighton shake hands with a short stalky man, who had white hair and wore a dark suit. He closed the door and locked it before turning around and disappearing from sight. She drew a deep breath and waited for the count of three, before slowly walking out into the room, trying to balance on the six inch high-heels.

Creighton
had disappeared from the room and she frowned, listening to the shuffling of his laptop from the study. She knew he was closing things up to go to bed and with a deep blush, she quickly moved to the sofa in the center of the room, leaning against the back. The light in the study flipped off and the shadow of the man her heart ached for walked out from behind the wooden door. He held a small box in his hand, his chest void of clothing and his hair damp. It was apparent he had showered in one of the other bathrooms; his long legs hidden beneath a pair of dark-blue jeans, his feet as bare as his chest.

He
stepped into the room and over to the bar where he looked at the five different bottles of wine left by the hotel staff. Choosing the one he wanted, he picked up two glasses and turned toward the hall, but froze in mid-step; his eyes locking on the vision before him. Sandra felt the blush rise up her body again as his eyes burned a path across her; a smile of appreciation and excitement etched his handsome face.

“Bloody
hell,” he whispered.

“You
like what you see?” she asked softly and he nodded, unable to speak. “Prove it.”

“How?”
he gasped, his voice deep and husky; the evidence of her appearance strained against the front closure of his pants.

“I
have a few things set out on the bed,” she told him, imitating his own attitude to her. “I expect you to make good use of them.”

“Yes
ma’am,” he answered, his eyes filled with passion. Sandra wiggled her finger to him, indicating that he should follow then turned and walked bare bottomed ahead of him down the hall to the bedroom. She stood beside the door until he joined her, pushing it open and allowing him to proceed though. He stopped, looked at the bed and turned back to her smiling as she shut the door and locked it.

“So
you want to play, do you?” he asked, regaining his composure.

“No,”
she answered, taking the wine and the glasses from his hands, carrying them to the table near the bed and setting them down. “I want you to play. I want you to drive me wild.”

“With
pleasure,” he said closing the distance between them in four large steps, pulling her into his embrace. His hands began to caress and massage her bare bottom as his lips locked with hers.

“We’ll
start with a dance,” he breathed against her mouth. “But I have a little toy I want to introduce you to, first.” He released her from his grip and walked to his duffle bag sitting on the floor beside the armoire. He unzipped a side pocket and pulled out a velvet bag, retrieving the warming gel off the end of the bed and walked back to her.

“What’s
that?” she asked with a frown. Her heart was pounding in anticipation and her head was swimming with sensations of what the night held for them.

“It’s
a little toy that will aid in driving you wild while you dance for me.” He placed the bag in her hand and waited while she opened it. Inside were two large gumball-sized globes hanging on a dark velvet ribbon. They were gold and much heavier than she thought they would be when she saw them in his kinky kit. She frowned, holding them up by the ribbon.

“They
are ben-wa balls,” he explained with a wicked smile. “They are vaginal exercisers. They are made to help you strengthen your kegel muscles, but more than that, they help stimulate a proper orgasm.”

“How
do you use them?” she asked suddenly feeling dizzy with the idea of using these little things. He held her hand out flat and opened the bottle of gel, slowly dribbling it onto the golden spheres. He smiled at her as he wrapped her fingers around them.

“Massage
them,” he ordered in a hushed tone. “Make them warm and slick.” Sandra did as she was told, her hand quickly warmed under the gel.

Creighton
went to the dresser and picked up Sandra’s iPod, shuffling through the playlists until he found the music he wanted her to dance to; a variety of the day’s pop singles. He went to the bed and gathered the handcuffs together and quickly attached them to the rich wooden bed frame. He looked back at her as she continued to play with the golden balls and smiled.

“Ready?”
he asked her and she nodded anxiously. “Come here and stand next to me.” Sandra walked to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, standing in front of him, blushing. Creighton glanced up at her, running his warm hands up her boots to her hips and then to her exposed butt cheeks, massaging them gently.

“You
are absolutely amazing,” he told her admirably. “So beautiful, so tempting, far beyond any woman I’ve ever known. Come, bend over my lap,” he ordered watching the confused expression cross her face. He smiled taking the slippery balls from her hand.

“I’m
going to put these inside you and you’re going to dance for me,” he explained and patted his leg for her to lie across. With a deep blush, she did as instructed and lay across his lap, her head and arms resting on the mattress beside him.

“Just
relax,” he said gently, massaging her bottom. His finger slipped between her legs, playing with the material of her panties, massaging and playing with her bottom and anus, until her head began swimming with desire. He took the fabric of her panties and moved them aside, placing the warm balls at the moist entrance of her vagina. Slowly, he pushed them inside her, his fingers pressing them up into her as far as they would go.

Sandra
gasped at the sensation, feeling the cool gel drip across her bottom, allowing it to seep between her cheeks. Creighton’s fingers began to knead her bottom, igniting the gel’s magic until she moaned. His continued to massage her, sliding his long fingers between her cheeks and caressing the flesh of her anus with a very skillful touch. He slowly slid the tip of his thumb into her bottom and chuckled as she gasped.

“How
courageous do you feel?” he asked her.

“What
did you have in mind?” she asked when she turned her head to look at him. Creighton reached down and moved her hair aside so he could see her better, bunching it in his hand, holding her prisoner on the bed.

“You
know there is nothing about your beautiful body that I don’t want to know intimately.” She nodded against his grip. “I am going to put the red beads inside you as well and when you feel ready, I’m going to make love to you, here.” He pressed his thumb further inside her making her instantly aware of what he wanted.

“I
don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she said softly, her heart pounding against his knees.