Bikini Lines

The heat could be seen in the steam of her iced lemonade, sitting on the stump next to her. The blaze of the afternoon haze drizzled over her taut skin, glazed in Banana Boat green tea deep tanning lotion. She strummed lazily on a guitar, serenading the beach as her girlfriends frolicked in the surf on their boards. Her name was Kailani. The men, tourists and locals alike, sweated her like a hot tub in thousand degree weather. She had the kind of body that defied the laws of nature, gravity mostly. There were curves that twisted and turned to form her. Rich, dark mocha created by the kiss of the sun covered her soft skin. Kailani was the island girl of Mathias’s dream.

Since she got back from the mainland, he would watch her day after day hanging with her friends, laughing and surfing. Unlike the other girls whose coloring was a mainstay, Kailani had to sun herself, which always left an intricate design of tan lines on her body; a sort of fleshy connect-the-dots. She was a sight to behold.

Suddenly, the strumming of the guitar stopped, drawing his notice. Kailani had a faraway look in her eye. With a heavy sigh, she rose from the sand and proceeded to enter the forest of tall palm trees, following a path. Curious, Mathias followed. The scent of her tanning lotion and raw essence guided him through the maze. He could hear her humming over the gurgle of a small waterfall. It caressed his skin. Through the brush of ferns and leaves, he could see her unbound milk chocolate hair falling in playful, long layers down her back. She hadn’t lopped off her hair in the current faux-hawk style the other girls had. She kept it long and curly. The kind of hair you could wrap around your fingers in the heat of the moment.

Mathias continued to follow her until she came across the babbling lagoon. She was alone – or so she thought. He stood behind a large palm as she glanced back and forth. When she assumed the coast was clear, she began to strip away her clothes. Mathias was mesmerized.

She peeled out of her T-shirt and shorts tossing them into a pile, then she slowly untied her bikini top; the drag of the string falling away to reveal a telltale sign of her tan. At last came the bikini bottoms, already strained from holding onto her ample backside. She unlaced the sides and let the material fall away from her body unveiling the tan there. The contrast of colors was a strangely arousing combination. She was naked but not, like body paint, only it was her own design with help from the sun.

She entered the cooling pool until it covered up her beauty. Her long, curly hair was soon swallowed up by the water as she submerged fully. Mathias held his breath waiting for her to come up. Seconds later, she popped back up in a burst, tossing her hair back from her face. Her breasts heaved in syncopation with her gasps. It was like that scene out of the Little Mermaid when Ariel became human, only much hotter. He watched her wade around in the water for ten long minutes. His dick sat like a brick in his shorts, longing to touch her, to trace his fingers over those lines.  

Tired of watching from the sidelines, he took the bold step to reveal himself. He inched his way to the embankment’s edge. His eyes were focused on her as she moved about the pool, basking in the heady smells of the blooming flowers.  As he approached, he removed his tank top, tossing it onto the pile of clothes she’d left behind. He stood watching her, not sure how to draw her attention without freaking her out.

“You gonna stand there all day, or do you plan to jump in?”

Her melodic voice startled him. She knew he was there watching her, yet not annoyed by his intrusion.

Her sherry colored eyes turned to him, amused, teasing. They raked over his body appreciatively taking in his tone and strength. Kailani knew that Mathias worked on the sugar fields with his dad and brothers. His family made a tidy profit, which kept them in luxury. She always liked him, but knew his dad would never approve of her. She didn’t run in their circles. Her family wasn’t rich enough for his taste, even though her dad did pretty well himself. Mathias seemed different though.

She thought for sure he would’ve tried to step to one of her friends beach side like his boys had, but he chose to follow her. That had to mean something. Probably not, she smirked to herself. She pulled her hair to one side to wring out the excess water. She could tell by the tent in his pants he liked what he was seeing and could be willing to fulfill her fantasy. She beckoned him forward with a nod of her head. Mathias quickly shed his shorts and slipped into the water.

Kai watched as he swam over to her. She had no doubt he was trying to make out her naked form underneath the water’s glassy surface. He emerged with a gasp, drawing her closer to his body. The coolness of the lagoon had not weakened his manhood. By Kai’s observation, he felt stronger. She wrapped her arms about his neck, locking them together.

“Looking for a quick tumble,” she teased, rubbing her chest against his.

Mathias ran his hand through her curls, relishing the feel of each strand on his finger. “No,” he admitted.

“You sure were quick to toss off them shorts.” Her smile was infectious.

He chuckled. “When in Rome…”

“Oh, a scholar, are we? Must be that fancy schooling.”

“You one to talk. I heard you just got back from UCLA with honors.”

Kai was thrown. How would he have known that? “Are you checking up on me, Mathias?”

“I hear a few things.”

Kai was totally curious. “Like what?”

“That you finished top in your class. You plan to enter the pre-med program in the fall. And… you’re still single.”

“Who’s been dishing about me?”

“Your friends to my friends… with a few helpful questions from me.”

“If I didn’t know better, I swear you have a thing for me.”

He drew her up against his body to feel the ridge of his dick against her. “More than a thing.”

Kai looked at his lush mouth. Pinching her bottom lip between her teeth, she ran her fingers over his shoulder. Mathias had been asking after her. Something about that sounded sweet. She hadn’t realized or even noticed. Leaning forward, she kissed his lips, drawing his tongue into her mouth.

Mathias inhaled her. His fingers traced the pattern of her bikini line down to her butt, kneading the mound possessively. Breaking the kiss, he gently eased her back until she floated onto the surface of the water. He submerged down till the water covered his broad shoulders, pulling her legs apart until her apex was near his face. Her sweet scent drew him in, hardening his body more. He admired her lovely flower, pink and, by the look of it, freshly waxed. He noticed a cute little butterfly tattoo and a simple steel hoop surrounding one side of her labia that made his eyebrow lift.

Kai giggled with a playful shrug. “A drunken dare.”

Without further hesitation, he drew her puss up for a taste, drinking in the essence forming there, while Kai tried her hardest to stay above the surface. The pleasure was so deep she thought she was floating on air. His tongue flicked over her tiny knot spilling tingles down her body to her brain. She moaned, gripping the water’s surface.

Mathias watched in awe as she enjoyed his mouth play. He had wanted to do this to her since the first time her had laid on eyes on her. That would’ve been the start of junior year of high school, seven or so years ago. Thankfully, he had done some practice to get to this point. Rising up, he drew her back to him. Their mouths quickly merged together. Kai tasted her dew on his tongue, liking it. Before she could get drunk off the flavor, she felt his dick probe her entrance. It was thick, demanding. Spreading her leg wider, she wrapped herself around him, locking them together.

Mathias eased them to the embankment, his mouth never breaking from hers. Despite the water covering them, he could feel how slick Kai felt against the tip of his manhood, making him itch for more. Leaning her against the softness of the earth, he pushed in further, drawing a pleasured groan from his throat. She was so tight, rich velvet over his dick. He embedded himself there, savoring the feel. He pulled his mouth away, tracing kisses over her bikini marks until he latched onto a puckered nipple. Dragging himself slowly from her depths, he quickly reentered loving the friction between them.

Kai purred in delight, gripping his head against her chest. Hums of delight sang from her throat as she moved her hips against his rhythm. It had been a while since she had had some. Now, she was beginning to wonder if those other times had happened, because Mathias was making this feel like the first. For a fucking quickie, this had to go down as the best. The way his fingers manipulate one nipple and his mouth sucked on the other, while his dick pounded, she swore he had to be the ultimate multi-tasker.

“Turn around for me.” He rasped against her ears.

Without hesitation, Kai swished around, causing waves to splash about, presenting her rounded backside to him. Mathias gripped her hips, laying kisses along her spine, before plunging back into her depths. He gritted his teeth against the intensity. He reached out for her long, curls pulling them to him gently. Kai found herself strangely aroused by such a possession. It was barbaric and erotic at the same time, forcing her to arch her back and widen her stance. The movement pushed him further in, which filled her fully. Her loud moan was his reward.

Mathias pummeled her hard yet gently, his balls slapping against her swollen clit given extra sting with the help of the water. His eyes traced the pattern on her back, falling on the rise of her butt, then to the juncture where they were joined. His other hand reached around her hip to touch her pump knot then strummed it like she had her guitar. Her hums grew louder, words dripping incoherently from her lips.

Suddenly, he could feel her puss tighten around him, a deep quickening followed as the first signs of her orgasm gripped him. He could feel her walls ease more essence over him, cleansing him in her scent. He pushed harder, going for a double. His own body was begging for a release. He twisted her around, wanting to watch her tanned breasts bounce to his beat and see her beautiful face. She obliged him and their eyes locked as his thumb pressed against her little button.

It was so intense, so good. He could feel her tighten around him again, looking for another release. This time he knew he would be with her on it. Kai screamed into her second orgasm just as Mathias spilled himself deep within her depths, recklessly. His heart slammed in his chest, drawing her up against him.

“Oh God, Kai. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I couldn’t…”

Kai laughed, running her hand through his hair, “It’s cool. I’m on the Pill. But next time, bring some condoms. I don’t make it a habit of letting dudes run up in me like that.”

He looked at her surprised then laughed. She was already thinking of a next time. He thought he had been the only one. Relaxed, he allowed his fingers to trace her bikini lines, dreaming of the new pattern the sun would give her.

The Fairchild Chronicles: Island Release

“Destiny, hold on a sec.”

Destiny was getting ready to leave the monthly board meeting when her brother, Chance, stopped her. She had just given the quarterly numbers, and everyone had seemed happy that the merger was indeed helping to keep the finances stable. Already Montgomery Media was experiencing record high postings. Circulation was on the move and the initial backlash they thought was on the horizon had been quelled down to a couple of angry letters and phone calls thanks to the articles in both the Norfolk Reader and The Monitor.

“What’s the matter, Chance?”

“You,” he stated as he watched the last exec leave the room. “You haven’t taken any time off.”

Destiny crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at her big brother. “And?”

“C’mon, Des. You need a break.”

Chance was right. She had been working herself – not to mention her staff – like crazy. Sadly, it had begun to affect her nights as well. She had received direct missives from her Toy Soldiers, begging for her to come and play. The last time she had been to the club had been on Kasim’s last night in town. He had made sure she had enough memories to last her until their next visit, but it hadn’t been enough to erase the knowledge that Mr. Drake had invaded her space and watched her play. Her puss throbbed at the memory. The man was doing things to her without any true provocation. She thought if she had dove head first into her work she could stop the rising desire for the handsome reporter. Destiny sighed acknowledging her brother.

“Ok, ok, Chance. I’ll plan a quickie trip somewhere,” she assured him before a second thought invaded her mind. “What’s prompted this?”

“What makes you–”

“Come on, Chance. I know better. Fess up.”

“It’s that expose,” Chance sighed.

“I see.” Destined understood. “Wait, what about the expose?”

“Have you not read the last two articles? Drake has refocused his piece on the management of the club. Particularly the mysterious Fairchild Lets.”

Destiny thought about the last time she had read the paper and realized her busy schedule had kept her nose out of the paper. “He mentioned Fairchild?”

“Yes, and I don’t know what you did, but he has alluded to some shady business she’s connected to; late night meetings with dignitaries, special boy toys, etc. Four guys, Destiny, really?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll handle it.” She assured Chance before he started a lecture. Chance was fine with her lifestyle as long as he didn’t have to hear about it, and Drake refocusing his expose definitely put it in her big brother’s face.

“When you get back from vacation,” he ordered.

She nodded her head, thinking. I’ll make sure it’s handled before I get back.

“He’s written quite a depiction of you, mistress,” Maggie Soon confirmed scanning the article. “He indeed mentioned your Toy Soldiers and Kasim’s visit. How did he know about his visit?”

“Probably the night of Kasim’s arrival. I had a feeling I was being watched but the tape from that night didn’t show anything. In fact, a huge segment was missing. What has Jacob said about it?” she asked as she paced her office floor.

Maggie blushed thankful her boss wasn’t there to scrutinize her. She knew she couldn’t hide anything from Fairchild. “He hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”

Fairchild knew she was pushing the line using Maggie’s blossoming relationship with her bartender to get the info, but this was war. Drake had invaded her sanctum and now she was set to defend it. His file hadn’t revealed anything useful. No gambling habit, no drug use, no gangland past. He was pretty upright on paper. She would need to get something and she’d have to use her more abnormal means to get it. “Tell Guard to get a hold of the Sith.”

Maggie grew alarmed. “Do you think it’s that serious?”

“Mr. Drake has grown too nosy and is muscling in my private business. It’s one thing to expose the staff on their terms, but he’s trying to expose me, which is not on mine. I’m sure Jacob has warned his ass of the consequences.”

“But, Mistress, the Sith?”

“He’ll get the info I need and make sure Mr. Drake stays out my business.”

“What if – I look into it?” Maggie offered.

Fairchild paused. She knew her assistant would cave with the proper motivation. “Maggie, are you willing to wreck something before it starts?”

Maggie swallowed. “As long as we can keep it in house.”

“Fine. I’ll be out of town for a few days. I want results – and answers.”

“Yes, Mistress.”               

Maggie hung up the phone nibbling on her pouty lip. She knew Jacob had spliced the tape from the security room and deleted the minutes Xavier Drake had been in Fairchild’s suite. It was a violation of club policy to tamper with the security system, but then again Jacob had helped create it. What was she going to do? With a sigh, she left the office to go find him.

Destiny dropped her phone in her purse and finished packing. She had decided to take a trip to the family beach house in Kingston, Jamaica. It was quiet, secluded, and as far as she knew, no one would be there. The private jet was already waiting for her at the airport. She was actually looking forward to this get away. When she had told her staff she was taking a quick jaunt out of town, a collective sigh had run through them, which had amused her. She would have to make arrangements with her assistant to have lunch catered while she was away.

Her thoughts went back to the dashing Xavier Drake. What had he seen that night? Something about him watching her pleasure herself sent another round of fine tingles down her body. She imagined his gorgeous hazel eyes following the motion of her hands as she squeezed and fondled her goodie bits. Had he been aroused? Had he touched himself? More importantly had he recognized her?

Destiny shook the thought as she made her way down to the waiting limo. Xavier Drake was becoming too much of a constant in her thoughts. Hopefully, this trip would alleviate his hold on her.

“What do you mean back off Fairchild?” Xavier exclaimed into his Bluetooth earpiece as he careened around a corner heading to the airport.

“Fairchild is not finding those articles too cute, Xavier,” Jacob warned cleaning a glass. “She’s on to you. She already suspects that jacked tape from the security room was my doing. She’s been on a rampage.”

“Look, I’m trying to draw her out,” Xavier assured him. “I mean she had a file on me on her nightstand. She’s digging into my background. It was only fair that I dig into hers.”

“And what have you found?”

“Not a damn thing. It’s like this woman doesn’t exist.” Xavier turned into the parking garage. “I’ve done searches all over the place and she’s a ghost.”

“I told you. Fairchild is private. She lets you know what she wants to let you know,” Jacob warned wiping down the bar. “Look Maggie just told me to warn you. She may be bringing out the heavy artillery. I may even have to cop to jacking the tape.”

“You turn snitch, Jacob?”

“No. But Fairchild respects cats who own up to a fucked up moment of non-clarity,” Jacob waved off. “Just so you know you are on your own next time. I make too much bank here for you to fuck up my money.”

“A brother understands,” Xavier said as he jumped out his car, toting his carry-on.

“How long you gonna be in Jamaica?”

“Man, I have been planning this trip for months. It’s gonna be a cool two weeks in the island sun. I finished the last piece yesterday and my editor will run the others while I’m away.”

“Oh, thanks. So, I’m gonna have to deal with Her Majesty while you’re gone?”

“Hey. Them’s the breaks,” Xavier laughed as he strutted into the airport. “Catch you when I get back.”

“Peace.”

The flight down was easygoing. No turbulence. No bad weather. Once the plane touched down, Henry was there with the limo to pick up Destiny. She never had to wait for a car when she vacationed in Kingston since Henry was always on time. She had chosen the large man for his intimidating demeanor, resourcefulness and special abilities. It also helped that he was deaf and mute. Henry had lost his hearing in a gang fight, when a rival member fired a gun too close to his ears. Having not learned his lesson, he had nearly lost his tongue when a drug dealer had come to collect his profits. Yeah, he had had it rough in the streets, until Destiny showed up looking for a driver with weight and discretion.

With his handicaps, he had had no prospects of finding any real work. Destiny hired him when her other driver had proven to be unreliable. Henry had proved himself more than reliable when Destiny introduced him into the world of Fairchild. He rooted out information whenever she needed it. He handled unsavory characters like a pro. And he turned a blind eye to Fairchild’s naughty side. For his dedication, Destiny set up a fund for his daughter and paid for her schooling in one of the more prestigious preps on the island, for which Henry was grateful for.

As Destiny approached the car, Henry began a series of signs, which she immediately responded to in kind. They had set up their own method of communication, certain hand signals only the two of them knew. Henry also learned how to read lips, which came in handy when Destiny needed it. The two hugged happily.

Is everything set? She asked as he took her bags and placed them in the trunk.

Your invitation to the White Party was received and RSVP’d. The party starts at 8pm. Henry replied.

“Excellent,” she said as she waved him on.

Henry paused for a moment, then signed, Are we here as Ms. Montgomery or Ms. Lets? He waved his hand in front of his face to describe her alter ego, which always made her smile.

Widening her wicked smirk, she replied, A little of both.

Xavier was chilling beachside checking out the “scenery” on the sand. Barely clad woman sauntered passed his towel with friendly smiles and secret invitations. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a helluva vacation. His hotel suite was off the chain. All-inclusive. No families. No bratty teens. He was trying to get naughty and didn’t want to refrain himself because someone’s child was in the next room. His boy, Carlton, had hooked him up with an invite to an exclusive, private party at the home of his playboy cousin. From what Carlton said, the White Party was the hot bed of unbridled passions and even hotter honeys. Thankfully, Xavier had packed a white suit for just this purpose – and his condoms.

The evening air brought a balmy breeze over the island, setting the relaxing tone for the night. Destiny patiently waited for Henry to open the limo door. She was painted the very picture of neo-sexy as she rocked a long, flowy, backless jumpsuit in the pre-requisite white the party called for. She paired the look with light gold sandals, bangles, and chain-link earrings. Her exposed skin was immaculate in its brownness, shining like silk hot chocolate. Her hair was bound back in a side bun adorn with simple white flowers, showing off her gorgeous face.

She knew she looked good. She was sure that Fenton would definitely approve.

Fenton Loch, the party host, was a good friend of hers – and Fairchild’s. He was part of an elite group of people who knew about her dual-identity. That was because Fenton was just as crafty as she was – and had his own alter ego to hide.

Henry opened the door and lent his hand to Destiny, who graciously accepted it. Before she mounted the stairs, she gave Henry his instructions.

I’ll text you. Make sure everything is set for tomorrow night. Enjoy the night.

Be safe. Don’t let Fairchild get you in trouble. He teased as he rounded the vehicle.

Destiny smiled after the driver before mounting the steps to Fenton’s mansion.

Inside the mansion, the music was bumping and the crowd was already gyrating. Despite the heat outside, there was cool air inside, keeping the sweat down to a minimum. Xavier was chilling by the bar with Carlton and the party’s host. They were checking out the situation on the dance floor. Women of all shades, shapes and swag were kicking it live. It was like an old school Puffy video. The ratio of men to women was like one to three. Xavier liked those odds. However, he was hard pressed to make a decision on whom to approach. They all looked good.

“Fenton, this party is off the chain,” Carlton boasted in his thick Jamaica accent as he sipped his Cognac. “Where you find dem girls?”

Fenton laughed, replying in an exaggerated accent. “You know how me do, cuz’n.”

“I got to say, Fenton, this is a nice crop you got going here,” Xavier admired.

“These are just the hood rats, my friend. Look around the perimeter and you will see nothing but the classier set.”

Xavier scanned the outer rim of the room and noted the beauties standing about talking with their friends or in deep discussion with other men. Fenton was right. The caliber was definitely higher, which made choosing a honey to pursue that much harder. Suddenly, his eyes were diverted to the entrance. Standing there, looking like the queen at court, was none other than Ms. Destiny Montgomery. She looked stunning in her all white. Fellas were already peeping the new prey. He was no better. As his eyes roamed over her body, a distinct pressure pulled in his midsection. It was intense. He should be feeling more concern that the CFO of the newspaper he worked for was at the same party as him – in Jamaica.

“Ah, and there she is,” Fenton sighed indicating Destiny, who waved at him from the other side of the room.

“You know Ms. Montgomery?” Xavier asked, realizing too late how dumb his question sounded. Of course he knew her, if she was in his house.

“Destiny and I go way back. How do you know her?” Fenton eyed the reporter pointedly, waiting for his answer.

“She’s CFO of Montgomery Media. She did the financial restructure and merger of the newspapers I work for,” Xavier explained. His eyes came back to Destiny as she made her way through the crowd.

The throng of dancers seemed to part for her, giving her more than enough room to maneuver to the bar. She hadn’t noticed him yet. It had been a long while since their last interview. She had sent him a nice note congratulating him on the piece. Her flowery perfume had accompanied the missive, which sat pinned on his board. He would pull it down every once and a while to sniff it. There were many days he wanted to call her to ask her out, but he’d remember her professionalism and knew it wouldn’t fly.

Destiny waded through the crowd, mouthing a hello to acquaintances as she moved along. Her eyes met Fenton’s and smiled seductively then she noticed his companions, one in particular. Surprise registered immediately then mild annoyance. A frown drew over her brows as she stood before the awaiting men.

“Mr. Drake.”

“Ms. Montgomery.” Xavier greeted raising his glass.

An awkward silence fell among the group, while the two stared at each, sizing up the situation. Fenton quickly noted the heat transferring between them. He recognized the admiration Xavier had bestowed on Destiny. The man seemed twisted. Most men were when it came to her. She was every man’s fantasy; beautiful, smart, witty. Destiny was the complete package – and her naughty alter-ego was even better. Clearing his throat, Fenton eased the tension by drawing Destiny’s attention to him. Taking her hand, he kissed it respectfully.

“Beautiful as always, my dear. How was the flight?”

Destiny offered Fenton a gracious smile that hit Xavier to the core. “The flight was great. No troubles.”

“Are you thirsty?” Fenton asked, his eyes roaming her body.

Quickly catching his drift, she deepened her smile. “For one of those cool rum punches? You bet.”

Fenton motioned the bartender to bring the libation. Destiny’s eyes turned back to Xavier. The earlier fire was now banked away. She couldn’t understand why she had broken her reserve. The moment she had seen him standing there looking sexy as all hell, all the anger and annoyance his articles had invoked had converged. She had to hold her hand back from slapping him. Then, oddly, she’d felt the heat in her middle when she remembered his invasion of her suite, his watching her pleasure herself.

“What a coincidence?” Xavier stated.

“Yes. How do you know Fenton?” she asked taking a sip of the punch.

“We met just tonight. My friend, Carlton, is his cousin,” he explained, tapping his boy on the shoulder. “Carlton, meet Ms. Destiny Montgomery.”

“A pleasure,” Carlton greeted kissing her hand as Fenton had done.

Destiny laughed. “You definitely are Fenton’s family.”

“Except I’m prettier than that fool,” Carlton teased gaining Fenton’s ire.

But Fenton’s annoyance was short-lived as he leaned into Destiny, whispering intimately into her ear, causing her to smile. Xavier observed the exchange. He watched as Fenton slipped an arm around Destiny’s waist, pulling her closer. They must know each other real well for him to demonstrate such possession. But something about it Xavier didn’t like. He felt like snatching that hand off her and leading her out. But he didn’t want to cause a scene, especially with one of the higher ups. Xavier tried to sooth his growing possessiveness by dousing it with Cognac.

She looked so beautiful tonight. Far from the stuffy CFO he had interviewed weeks ago. He knew that suit was hiding something, but he never imagined it was this. He cleared his throat to get their attention; actually, Destiny’s. “Have you kept up with the expose?”

“I’ve been busy, but my assistant has kept me up. I heard that you have refocused the story.” Destiny tried to keep the edge out of her tone.

“Yes. I thought I should dig into the management of the club. I mean that scene wouldn’t be accessible if they hadn’t made it so.”

“From what my assistant said, you went hard on the club’s owner, what’s her name?”

“Fairchild Lets. Well, she’s a bit of a mystery. However, my sources say she can get anything on anyone.”

Fenton’s ears perked up. That was the bee in her bonnet, he surmised. The reporter was digging into her world and he knew how much she hated that. He moved his fingers lightly over her ribcage to ease Destiny’s tension. He leaned in again to whisper. “He’s sparked you, hasn’t he?”

Destiny bristled, ignoring the comment. “From what Kimmy says, you make her sound like a mobster.”

“Well, that I don’t know, but she shrouds herself in mystery and keeps only a few choice individuals in her circle. If someone new comes in, she does an intense back check.”

“Does that make her a bad person to make sure she’s surrounded by good people?”

“She’s a club owner, not the financier of a major company.”

Fenton choked on his drink. He felt Destiny tense. “Ah, Fairchild–“ he bit down on his mistake “– I mean, Destiny. Why don’t we go dance? Talk shop with Mr. Drake later.”

Destiny glared at Fenton for his slip.

“Fenton, trust me Ms. Montgomery is no Fairchild Lets.”

She turned her eyes on him, furrowing her brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Xavier was thrown by the heat coming his way. “You’re far too classy to be put in the same category as Fairchild.”

“Now I’m intrigued, Drake. Why is Fairchild not classy?”

“Well, she has to have some serious issues if she feels the need to control everything around her, and that whole Dominatrix thing. Don’t get me started.”

“Would it be different if she was a man?” Destiny pressed.

“I don’t follow.”

“If Fairchild was a man and did all these things, would you have a problem with his dealings?”

“I’d think there would be something wrong with the brother if he was sporting leather pants and a whip.” Xavier laughed.

“From what I understand, bondage isn’t always about whips and chains. You even made that reference in your article. It is about control, but it is a mutual give and take between a Dom and his or her Sub. And what if Fairchild isn’t a dominatrix?”

Xavier snorted. “Oh, trust me, she fits the mold of a dom. Right down to her cavalcade of studs.”

“That smacks of jealousy, Drake.” Destiny observed. “Do you have a problem with her multiple partners?”

“I just think there is something unclassy about a woman who flaunts her business out on front-street like that.”

“You mean there’s something wrong with a woman being sexually aware of herself and putting it to practice. Just like a man to be a hypocrite.” Tired of the conversation, Destiny turned, dragging Fenton with her.

Xavier watched her escape baffled by their exchanged. You’d think I was talking about her.

Destiny dragged Fenton away from the party to his private den. She needed to cool down like yesterday. Drake had really riled her up. Her heart was beating like a race horse. Her palms sweated. Her breathing was ragged.  And, strangely, she was aroused by it. She could feel the pool between her legs; smell the essence in her nose. He was questioning her, something none of her Toy Soldiers did, except maybe X. But even he knew his place. Drake was proving to be quite the rebel. She would love to get five minutes with him to break him. She’d have to contemplate that when she got back to Norfolk. His file was clean, but he was opposed to her lifestyle – more like Fairchild’s. But he had watched her that night. Was he a voyeur?

“He’s under your skin, my dear.” Fenton observed, breaking into her thoughts. He poured a glass of Hennessey and passed it to her, then poured one for himself.

“Can you believe the nerve of him?” She fumed gulping the hot liquid.

“He doesn’t understand people like you and me.” Fenton ran a hand down her arm. “He doesn’t understand the passions and pleasures that can be had in our world.”

Destiny began to relax feeling the warmth of Fenton’s hands. Her eyes shifted toward him, perusing him from head to toe. “Will you show me how much you understand?”

“What is your wish, mistress?”

“Tonight, I wish to relinquish control.”

“To prove a point?” Fenton smiled. Destiny nodded, before casting her eyes down meekly. “As you wish.”

“Thank you… Master.”

“Remove your clothes.” His usually jovially tone hardened to one of authority.

Destiny shed her wrappings quickly. The anticipation of what he would do was heightening her senses. Fenton was very good at playing the dominator. They would often switch roles whenever the mood would take them. He was the only one she allowed such liberties. Fenton pulled off the long white silk scarf from his neck.

“Turn around.” The faint hint of his Jamaican accent mixed with the hard edge made her nipples coil. He placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it firmly behind her head. “What is our safe word?”

“Undone.”

Fenton slapped her ass soundly. “Good gal.”

He led her over to the couch. “Now, undress me – with your mouth.”

“But, Master, my lipstick will ruin – “ before her protest could leave her lips, he slapped her ass again. “Yes, Master.” The sting tingled her backside, rippling to other parts of her body. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was tonight. It was Xavier’s fault, she reasoned.

She began to work the buttons of his shirt. One by one, she plucked them from their holes, exposing the dark skin beneath. Fenton was a specimen of fine flesh. Taut muscles layered in the richest ebony skin this side of perfection. He worked out religiously to maintain his body. She remembered how it felt to slap her palms against the rock he called an ass. It barely flinched. She pulled his suit jacket over his shoulders, then the shirt.

“The pants.” He ordered, sipping his Henney.

Destiny knelt down before him. Her teeth tugged on the leather belt, which proved difficult. Determined, she tugged hard and was able to dislodge it from its buckle. Her hands skimmed over his thighs, then reached up to caress his ample aforementioned ass. Fenton slapped them away.

“No hands.” He scolded. He watched her intently. Her red lipstick had left its imprint all over his shirt, jacket and now his pants. The stains were worth the view of his little slave undressing him with nothing more than her teeth. He had been looking forward to playing slave for her, but after seeing the ire Xavier Drake had brought her, he knew she needed this more.

Destiny pulled his pants down his legs. He had neglected to put on any briefs, which made her task easier. Fenton stepped out of his shoes and allowed the pants to pool on the floor. As she knelt before him, she could feel the heat of his dick close to her cheeks and the scent of his spice filling her nose. Her mouth began to water hungrily. Fenton shifted away. She sensed him walking behind her.

“On all fours.”

Destiny didn’t hesitate to follow the command. Her palms flattened against the plush carpet while her derriere created an elegant S-curve to her body. Fenton stood behind her admiring the view of her ass, exposing the slit of pink. Closing the space between them, Fenton knelt beside her, his hand running over the curvature of her frame. His large palm rested on the fullness of her booty, massaging the taut muscle there. He watched as she licked her lips thirstily.

“Have we been a bad girl?”

She shook her head. It was a lie, of course. Smack!

“Have we been a bad girl?” he repeated, stroking the spot.

“Yes.” She whispered.

Smack! Smack! “That was for the lie and the bad behavior.”

Destiny arched her back deeper into the sting. She loved a good spanking. Now, she wasn’t about the chains, but once in a while she liked to get tied up in silk. How would Mr. Drake feel seeing her this way? Not as Fairchild but the stuffy Destiny. Would he get hard? Would he join in? Ugh, don’t let him get in your head, she scolded. Fenton’s hand traveled the canyon of her booty to the slick ravine of her puss. She heard his groan. Fenton was always turned on by a good pooling.

“Bring your head here,” he instructed. Destiny shifted to face his body. His scent had deepened and the heat was scorching now. “Put him in your mouth.”

Destiny sighed. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could’ve maintained without sucking his dick. She quickly drew in his member, tasting the richness there. Her mouth immediately accommodated to Fention’s large width and long length. The tip firmly pressed against her esophagus, tickling the throat. She had a good control of her gag reflexes, but Fenton would often test it to its limit – like now. He pumped into her mouth smoothly as his fingers played over her wet folds. He was drenching his fingers with her own dew, while enjoying the feel of her mouth over his body. Then suddenly, he dipped a slick finger into her asshole, making her moan deliciously.

Now, Destiny wasn’t big into anal sex, but she didn’t mind a little finger play. She particularly didn’t mind Fenton’s slender fingers playing around there. He felt her hole constrict, trying to push him out, but he persevered, gently drawing in and out. He watched in the mirror he had set up the way her puss winked with each intake. She was flowing like a ruptured volcano. He loved seeing her head bob up and down over him.

“Oh yeah, gal. Drink me,” he encouraged. “Don’t stop now.”

His other hand drew her head closer, holding it in place as he pumped faster. He could hear the squish of saliva. Her moans grew louder, adding a vibration to the motion. At the height of the thrusts, he pulled out. Reaching for his condom, he quickly strapped up. Wiping his hand of her dew and juices, he pulled Destiny to her feet. Taking a seat in one of the side chairs, he straddled her over his lap, facing away. Destiny felt like she was floating.

“Bend forward.”

She leaned her body all the way forward until she teetered toward the ground. Fenton hoisted her round bottom up to accommodate his dick. There she hovered for several minutes feeling the throbbed of it, then, without hesitation he dropped her puss over him in a flourish and began a ruckus drilling.  After her first yelp, he ordered, “No moans.”

“But Master,” she whined against the pleasure. Smack! “Yes!”

She tried desperately to contain her pleasure, but he was making it so hard. Despite his seated position, she could feel his balls slap her clit fiercely. Several moans slipped her lips. Smack! Smack! She bit her tongue, trying to redirect the pleasure. Fenton was definitely making this worth her wile. Her body was so sensitized and her mind was so frazzled, she knew she was going to have to pay him in kind. The first pulls of an orgasm began to pluck at her puss, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Fenton leaned forward pulling her back against his chest, clutching her throat gently.

“Go on, my pet. Scream!”

Without further provoking, Destiny moaned recklessly, allowing the sound to resound about the room. His fingers diddled her clit, bringing about her second and third orgasms. Her legs shook wildly as each sensation traveled from her core to her extremities.

“Yes, Fenton! God!”

He pushed his mouth against her ear. “Suck me dry, gal.”

Again, with complete obedience, she dismounted from his lap, bent before him and took his dick into her mouth. Fenton’s head fell back in surrender as she played her magic over him. Before long, she could feel him shudder and felt the condom fill with his seed. It was another few minutes before his breathing came down to normal.

Feeling sated mentally and sexually, Destiny rose from the floor. She was back in full control again. She removed the blindfold and stared down at the man. Her demeanor had changed and Fenton recognized it immediately. In a complete turnaround, Fenton fell to the floor before her.

“Mistress, did I make you feel better?”

Fairchild touched his head, rubbing it like an owner would a pet. “Hush, my pretty toy. You did very well. Now, momma’s going to return the favor.”

Lipstick on His Collar

"Looking good, Livi!"

"Thanks, Luda!" Olivia Davis waved over at the megastar rapper as she waded through the large crowd gathered in the lobby of Dexterity Music. Smooth rhythms played over the loud speaker as party goers swilled the best champagne France could provide. Tonight, the lavish downtown Atlanta complex was the playground to the music elite, a couple of infamous housewives and anyone who was anyone in fame-dom.

"You know Luda?" her best friend, Mavis, exclaimed as they made their way to the bar. 

Olivia smiled at her friend's star-struck awe. "He's been trying to see Winston for months, but hasn't had any luck. So, he tries the next best thing - me."

"Really?" 

"He thinks I'll be able to slip him in without an appointment if he shows me some attention. Unfortunately, Winston is booked solid promoting Kango Smooth and he's been cancelling meetings, because of what's been happening with Malory." 

"The old lady hasn't cocked her toes yet?" 

"Mavis!" Olivia scolded slapping her friend's arm.

"Look, that marriage has been dead from jump. E'rybody knows that Wins was forced into that marriage by his financier daddy." Mavis retorted with a twist of her neck and a suck of her teeth. 

"Be as it may, you can't talk about the man's wife like that."

Mavis glanced at her sideways before taking a sip of her champagne. "Whatever, Liv? Don't act like you ain't hot for the man's sexy drawers."

"Mavis, will you shush?" Olivia whipped her head back and forth to make sure no one had heard her.

Mavis leaned in closer. "You let him tap that over your desk or his?" 

Olivia laughed despite herself as she watched her girl pump her hips like a 2-buck stripper. Hers and the petite cutie’s friendship had gone back to their days in the crib, when both their single mothers depended on each other for help and support when their deadbeat daddy’s didn’t bother. They were thick as blood. In fact, Mavis was the only person who knew about her crush on her boss, Winston Hamilton Dexter III, producer extraordinaire, retired rap star and heir to the Dexter fortune. What she hadn't told Mavis was how deep that crush had gotten over the last few months.

She had been thrown into tight quarters with Winston for months plotting the media blitz on Kango Smooth. They had traveled to various studios across the country, working with top producers and mixers to record Kango’s music. She remembered dinners with him where they talked about everything from their favorite music to trash TV. When there was a lull in the conversation Winston would challenge her to a game on XBOX, where she’d whoop him at several rounds of Mortal Kombat. They kept their friendship very professional, but the sexual chemistry was there.

There was one rainy night in New York she could never forget; the night when they had almost kissed in his apartment. He looked so good in his relaxed jeans and T-shirt, toiling over a musical storyboard. A guitar slung over his board shoulders as he worked out the chording on a piece for Kango. Olivia had been taking notes as Winston plucked out the love song to match the steam lyrics Kango had written earlier in the evening. The musician couldn't find the right tone, but Winston had felt so inspired, he took on the task. 

As he strummed out the notes, their eyes would occasionally connect over a lyric and hold. Those dark, steely slate colored eyes were magnetic. If she didn't know any better she could've sworn they were reading her thoughts, which were far from ladylike. His cocoa bean colored skin shun against the fireplace light, accentuating the ripple of his arms, as his long fingers strummed the chords with precision. She wondered to herself how they would feel over her throbbing cords. She looked away when she felt a blush spread on her cheeks.

Winston drew closer to her, the strains of the music growing more intensified, seductive. Olivia found herself staring back into his eyes trying to gauge the situation. The good girl in her wanted to back away and run, but the naughty tramp in her wanted to push him up against the dining room table and have her way with him. As the music began to heat up, they drew in closer and closer. Before too long his lips hovered just over hers, inhaling the breath she held. But, in the last second, Winston had caught himself, breaking the spell by waving it off as the inspiration going to his head. They had called it a night shortly after that and went to their separate bedrooms.

The next morning Winston had left a note saying he needed Olivia to get back to Atlanta to schedule Kango's sessions and several marketing meetings. Hurt had been her first feeling at being sent away, but once she thought logically she knew Winston was just reestablishing their boss-employee relationship. So, she had jumped on the next flight to ATL to dive head first into working on the next move for Kango.

Now after months of all that work, Kango Smooth was experiencing his first record release party. No thanks to Winston. Olivia’s eyes fell on the man across the room surrounded by a cavalcade of photographers, media critics, and moguls, extoling the lyrical mastery and visionary genius of his newest protégé. Winston looked so good in his Sean John suit, tailored made by Puffy’s personal stylists. He looked powerful. His closely trimmed fade displayed a well-shaped head, perfect for gripping in passion. His full lips were surrounded by neatly styled beard that framed a strong sexy jawline. His body was a masterpiece that he took pride in keeping up every day. Even on the road, he had made it a point to get two hours of workout time in. She had remembered seeing him work out on the treadmill in his apartment and almost passed out from the sight of his glistening chest in the sunlight.

Speaking of being blinded, she admired the huge Karat stud twinkling in the disco-ball light. She laughed, because Kango had convinced Winston to get it on a dare, during a drunken night in one of the studios. Winston had never indulged in such extravagances, but after a few shots of Hennessey, they had gotten a professional in to do the job. Olivia had spent the next day tending the wound for him, since he was still hung over. Now, here he was months later with a diamond rock hanging off his ear like a badge of honor. Before this piece, the only jewelry he wore was his wedding ring, which was not flashy at all, but a simple titanium band; one that blended in with his dark cocoa skin.



Winston could feel the heat creeping in on him, like someone was watching him, caressing him with their eyes. He tried not to seeking out the eyes for fear he’d give himself away. So he kept his eyes on the group before him, regaling them with stories of honing this music phenom into the current media prince he was now. He was proud of his work and was security in the belief that Kango was delivering a well-balanced product that was already getting critical acclaim by critics and the underground alike.

"So, Wins, you think this kid’s going be certified gold?" 

"Double platinum." Wins corrected sipping his champagne. "Kango Smooth has everything a listener could want: soul, depth, edge. He's two parts Al Green, two parts Kanye and all Kango Smooth."

"This will be quite a feather in your cap if you can make the touring schedule. He's putting you to some serious work. How's Malory handling it?"


Winston paused at the mention of his wife. Smiling pleasantly, despite the ire he felt inside, he turned to the reporter whom he recognized as one of those damn tabloid types. "Malory has been a consummate supporter of my work." 

"Will she put in an appearance tonight?" another female reporter asked. 

"No. My wife will be resting this evening. Now if you will excuse me." Winston walked away from the group, a cue to them he had no further comments. Little did they know, Malory Dexter was nestled in the arms of her current lover. Just days ago, she had broken the news to him upon his return from New York, where he had been hiding for months from his sexy assistant for fear he would act on his lust. After Malory’s bombshell the other night, all bets were out the window.  

Winston and Malory had known their marriage was name only. Despite that knowledge, Winston never took advantage or slept outside his marital bed. Malory apparently couldn’t say the same. Thankfully, his stint as a rapper had afforded him enough memories to stay focused on building his business, rather than chasing tail. However, there were days, like that night in New York that tested his resolve. Cursing himself, his lustful eyes suddenly fell on Olivia across the room. It had been months since he had seen the stunning beauty in person; not since that steamy night. He had spoken with her often about setting up meetings, delivering proofs and tracks, but he couldn’t even bring himself to Skype her for just a quick minute. His guilt had haunted him about how he had sent her packing back to Atlanta. In fact, he was still kicking himself for not kissing her that night.  

She looked so hot tonight in her metallic gold mini sheath. It molded to her curves and put her long, dark coffee legs on display. Legs he would love to wrap about him and show the utmost care. He had noticed her new hair cut almost instantly. Gone was the cascade of ebony curls, replaced with a short, powerful bob that was fit for a runway. But then again, Olivia was model beautiful. She could give Adriana Lima a run for her money with that body and face. Her eyes were doe-like set in the deepest color brown. Her pouty lips were like a kewpie doll. Her skin was immaculate, flawless in its rich darkness. Sometimes Winston dreamed he was licking her from head to toe like a Pudding Pop; her moans playing out like a Barry White melody. 

But Olivia Davis, his faithful, loyal assistant for the last three years, had been completely off limits to him. He had made the rule to keep himself from straying. However, now with Malory's admission, why should he be discreet or hold back on his own lust? Hell, since Malory was diagnosed with Hotchkinson's, they had not slept together, nor has she wanted him around. But he was sure Darren, her personal trainer, was getting it on the regular. His eyes switched their focus to watch as party goers bopped their heads to the insane beats of Kango's album, but immediately fell back on Olivia as she and her girlfriend gyrated about. 

"Killing'em with the know, Win Dex?" 

Winston smiled at his old rap name, then turned to man, who dared call him so. "Cajun Mal, where you been, man? Heard you and Kendra just had a baby." 

"Got me two with that woman." The massively tall, dreadlock megastar Malcolm "Cajun Malice" Tresvant shook his hand firmly before pounding his back. He had caused quite a scandal a year and half ago by kidnapping his superstar life- coach wife after she tried to divorce him. News of the romantic adventure made the gossip mills. Then they were back in the news again when Kendra announced on her new talk show that she was pregnant - with twins. 

"And you look all kinds of proud.” Winston ribbed him, making the man beam with pride. 

"I warned her she couldn't break our bound. She was stubborn." 

"Bet you whipped it on her. If I recall our last tour together, before your marriage to Superwoman, you were the bedroom slayer." 

"No more, player. But you, you weren't too far behind me." 

Winston chuckled. "Guilty as charged." 

"What's this I heard about Malory? Is it true?" 

"Yep." 

"We'll pray for her.” After a moment, Malcolm stared his counterpart down. “No disrespect, Wins, you and her was never a match. Why your old man burn you like that?" 

Winston sipped his drink. "Old money, old marriage standards. Keep the lines pure, my brother." 

Malcolm laughed. "I can't get with that uppity mess. How do you do it?" 

Winston's eyes sought out Olivia's whereabouts. “Work helped. I had an empire to build.” 

Malcolm followed his eyes to the raving beauty at the bar. Kango Smooth had her cornered at the bar, talking her ear off. She was patient with him, but he could tell by her body language she was needing a rescue, and Winston seemed to want to oblige. "You gonna get on that white horse?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"You look like you want to save the gal. How long you been carrying a flame for Livi?"

Winston smirked at his old friend. "What makes you think I'm carrying a flame?" 

"It's all over that grill of yours. Better get over there before Kango Smooth work his magic." 

"C'mon, Livi, one dinner, that's all I'm asking." 

"Kango, you know I can't. Besides, I'm sure you got plenty of girls lined up around the block just phennin’ to go on a date with you." 

"But no one as lovely as you." Kango lifted her delicate hand to his lips before the sound of someone clearing their throat caught his attention. "Oh, hey, Winston. How you?" 

"Fine. Better if you'd unhand my assistant. That's all I need, for you to scare off the best assistant a man could have." 

Olivia blushed at the compliment, while Kango bristled at being blocked by his executive producer and boss. "Sure thing. I was trying to reward, Miss Davis with a dinner for all the hard work she put into helping get my album done." 

"I'm sure she knows considering I paid her a bonus for it. Besides, I would've paid for that dinner, too." 

Kango grinned unabashedly. "Well, for now anyway. By the look of this crowd, I may not have to eat Romen no more. Uh, looky here, lady..." 

"Play on, player." Winston laughed as the man moved on to his next target

"I could've handled him." Olivia assured him.  

"I know. I've seen you do it." Winston motioned the bartender for another drink, then his eyes glided up and down her frame. "You look very beautiful tonight." 

"Thank you. I got my hair cut last week." 

"It looks very couture." 

"Just trying to keep up with the Jones." 

"Here I thought it was the Kardashians," Winston jested. 

"I think they're here." Olivia peeped about the room. "I know Khloe and Lamar RSVP'd." 

"Her, I can stand."

"Winston! Are you saying you keep up with the Kardashians." 

"Not since that wedding episode. Gave up cold turkey after that." He laughed taking another sip. "Malory leaves it on the DVR." 

"M-hmmm." 

"No really." 

"Ok. Well, I need to go get the tracks up to Khaled before the speech in an hour." Olivia turned to go. 

"They’re in the office safe." Winston watched as she walked across the lobby to the grand staircase. His office was on the far side of the building in a secluded part. He had it soundproofed so he could hear the music without killing the rest of his team. There was also a secret studio in the back where he worked on his own music - a side project. His eyes watched her gold covered booty ascend then disappear around the corner. He sighed.

 "You're doing yourself no good by staring, brother." 

"Damn, Malcolm. What are you a fairy godmother?" 

"How 'bout Pimp Godfather? Go get it." 

"You must've forgot the part that I'm a married man." 

"Unhappily married man, who ain't seen action since the 90's." Malcolm pushed a stray dreadlock from his forehead. "Look, Malory's dying ass is getting some. Why can't you?" 

"How'd you know about that?" 

"TMZ." Malcolm shrugged. 

Winston sucked his tooth and turned away. 

"Don't miss your chance." Malcolm warned walking back into the crowd. 

Winston stared at the staircase then over at the side entrance. A thought crossed his mind and decision crossed his face, determination filling his slate eyes. "Ah hell." 

Olivia rummaged through the safe looking for the tracks. She wasn't completely focused on finding them. She was still reeling over the scent of Winston. He smelled so good, so sexy. It was a woody kind of smell like a fresh forest. Her body tingled and embarrassingly her nipples had hardened. Thank God for the metallic chain links on this dress. She released a shuttering sigh as she tried to focus on her task at hand. 

"Sorry, I had them delivered to Khaled earlier." 

Olivia whipped around in surprise, clutching her heart. His deep voice had run through her body like a touch. Their eyes connected and it was New York all over again. Did he get even hotter looking? Olivia gulp down the peach-pit sized lump in her throat. They had not been alone in the same room since that night. Running her sweaty palms over the chain links, she came away from the safe. 

"Well, I'll just double check with Khaled's people to make sure he has the right tracks. Those were 2 and 4, right-" 

Suddenly, Winston crushed her to his chest and began to drink in her lips. Olivia gasped but soon melted into his arms. He felt so good; warm and embracing. Her arms wrapped about his neck drawing him closer to her. Winston savored the feel of her generous curves along his frame. His hands drifted down her sleek back and over her full derriere, pulling her into him more.  

Olivia pushed away slightly. "Winston. We shouldn't..." 

"Liv, I made an awful mistake sending you away after what nearly happened in New York. I can't tell you how many times I kicked myself rotten over it." His lips trailed down her neck, hovering over her ear. "I want a redo." 

"What about Malory?"

"Liv, tonight there is no Malory." He didn't go into explanation about his wife's revelation, but after Malcolm's words of wisdom, he knew what he needed to do. 

He pulled away and began tugging his neck tie free. His movements were urgent, like he was being burned and needed to get out of his clothes. Olivia watched him, steam flowing into her eyes as he plucked button after button from his crisply pressed shirt. Once he had it unbuttoned, he drew her back to him, molding her against his hardness. Their lips folded over one another, tasting and feeling, nipping and biting. It was all so ravenous. It had been a long time since either of them had indulged in some naughtiness. Winston had gotten by on whatever scraps Malory had thrown his way, but Olivia had been long overdue. 

Her senses were on overload as she took him in. She could barely catch her breath as his fingers laced into the softness of her short bob, pulling it back to expose her long, swan-like neck. The feel of his lips touching the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe sent shockwaves down her body. Her pleasure was not lost on Winston. His mouth blazed the column, leaving a silky trail to her breastbone. Then he reveled in the hum coming from Olivia's throat as he retraced the path with his fingers.  

"Damn, you're so soft," he whispered in amazement. He lifted her up into his arms and brought her over to the plush couch.  

"Winston, what about the door?" 

"Locked it on my way in," he assured her, lifting the metallic dress away from her body. 

Underneath she wore a pair of black lace panties with matching bra. Both molded to her frame like a second skin, accentuating her assets delicately. Winston undid the front snap of the bra pushing the straps away from her shoulders to unveil the hefty breasts beneath. A shutter fell from Olivia's lips as she felt his warm fingers trail over the skin of her shoulders. His lips soon followed. It seemed with each kiss he laid in the heat increased, making her skin tingle.

Her fingers ran over his head, embracing it to her bosom, enjoying the feel of his body covering hers. She had dreamt of this many a night. Sometimes, when she found the need to fulfill her fantasies, in the heat of the moment, she would call out his name. He was her go to fantasy. Now he was real. The hands fondling her breasts her real, the lips encircling her nipples were real. So real. Olivia's head fell back taking in the sweet pressure. Sighs dripped from her lips as Winston's tongue flicked her nipple. 

Winston simply inhaled her smell, taking in the fresh and flowery scent. His hands roved her frame, molding her flesh in his palm. She was a real woman, strong and soft. Her nipples tasted sweet to his tongue as they rolled about. He buried his face between the soft pillows taking it all in, then he pushed back to gaze down at her. The fire in his eyes made Olivia gasp. It was so intense, hypnotizing. His fingers laced over her panties, then tugged them from her body. 

"I want to taste you, Liv."

Those five little words sent a maelstrom of feminine essence pouring out for her body causing a flush on her coffee colored skin. She tried again to swallow the lump in her throat as he descended on her mound, intent on worshipping at her folds. She'd never had a man do this. Her last boyfriend was “not that kind of guy” and her high school love barely knew where anything was let alone how to pleasure it. Her eyes stayed riveted on his head as it dipped between her thighs. When his tongue nudged at her slit, she thought she had been burned. 

"Relax." His soothing voice consoled gently pushing her hips back down. "I won't hurt you." 

Olivia nestled back into the couch, taking in the erotic show happening between her legs. Soon, all the tension flowed from her muscles, replaced by even more intense sensations. Winston twirled her tiny joy button about his tongue like Pele would a soccer ball. Several times she caught her breath as he led her to the edge and back in a dance that only he knew and she followed.  

Winston lapped up the juice drizzling from her pulsing puss. He watched as her lithe body undulated up and down under his ministrations. He had never seen a woman look sexier or more stunning taking her pleasure. It was like he had imagined it to be. He tenderly kissed her mound before slipping his long fingers into her depth. He immediately felt the quivers of her muscles as they enclosed around his digits. She was tight and knowing how much made his dick thicken at the prospect of getting the same treatment.  

Olivia stifled a moan against her knuckle. “Ooh, Winston.” 

“Has it been that long, Livi?” 

“Too long.” Her admission struck a chord with him. He realized this could be no ordinary quickie. For as long as she had worked for him, he had never heard of her seeing anyone and that was three years’ worth. Who knows how long it had been before that? 

His fingers seemed to be obsessed with massaging a special spot in her. Olivia could feel the heat rise to her head, making her dizzy. Her breathing had grown ragged like she had jogged up 30 blocks and back. The pressure was getting to her and her body was not her own as it writhe to and fro on the couch. Winston reached over to the side table and popped open a secret compartment underneath to retrieve a condom. Olivia looked over at it then Winston. 

Winston laughed, understanding her surprise. “I had that installed when I first bought the building. The only other person who knows about it is my gopher, T’shawn, who replenishes it from time to time, when they expire. And usually he’s tossing out the whole box when that happens.” 

Olivia burst out laughing since she was well aware Winston pretty much kept it professional in his office. “I guess I can thank you for looking out for my health and yours. Now I know why T’Shawn had that blush on his face that one time.” 

Winston chuckled as he opened the packet and sheathed himself. “He’s never had the nerve to ask me why I keep asking to replenish that thing. He just does it. Thank you, T’Shawn.”

“Yes. Thank you, T’Shawn.” Olivia smiled as she drew Winston back down onto the couch.

Winston kissed her soundly as he settled between her legs. His hands gripped her hips possessively. “Liv, I want you so bad. I have since the first time I saw you.” 

“You have?” 

“Yes.” He whispered against her lips. “But circumstances kept me from ever acting on those feelings.

“And those circumstances have changed?” 

His eyes met hers, reflecting an answer of certainty and release of burden that had held him back from her. “Yes.”

Before another question could be asked, he pushed his way into her tight abyss. Their eyes never broke as their bodies adjusted to their unique fit. Winston had slid into home diving into her depths. She was warm and inviting, sumptuous. Her walls milked him deliciously, pleasuring him. Olivia reeled at the feel of him filling her so completely. He was smashing every wet dream she had ever had, any fantasy she’d imagined or any daydream she’d nodded off to. Her arms wrapped about his neck, holding on for dear life as he rocked her into the couch. 

Just when he had set one rhythm, he flipped the script on her and straddled her over his body in one motion. “I want you to ride me, Liv. I’m yours to control.” 

Liv was taken by surprise, but she was a quick study and took to the task readily. She rocked her hips against his in a blatant interpretation of his earlier movements. Her hands explored the ripples of his abs, loving how they contracted with every thrust. 

“That’s it, Livi.” His husky whisper turned her further on, pushing her movements into faster gaits. The more he groaned the more she wanted to hear him do so. She loved the control her movements yielded. They excited her, made her bolder. 

Intense pleasure began to fill her tiny core, spreading fire and electricity throughout her body. She gripped her breasts, tweaking the hardened nubs. But Winston quickly pushed her hands aside replacing them with his lips, continuing where he had left off the first time.

“Oh, God, Winston.” Her wistful sighs guided his actions as his hands clutched her pert ass, rocking it over his dick. “I don’t think I can…” 

“Go ahead, Livi. I want to feel you, hear you.” 

From his seated position, he thrusted his full self into her, rubbing against her walls, filling her space. All the while, Olivia rode him like her life depended on getting to the finish. Suddenly, the explosion that overtook her forced a scream of pure euphoria from her throat, along with endless ripples of ecstasy. Olivia’s legs began to shake as if she had complete muscle loss. Thank God, Winston was holding her. 

Not long after her fall, he was right behind her. His teeth grazed her neck hoping to quell the loud sounds of his climax. She could feel him stiffen, clutching for the final strains. Moments passed as they drifted back down from their cloud. They took in the sounds of their ragged breath, the smells of their joined bodies and the feel of their sweat mingling. 

“Did I dream this?” Olivia sighed resting her chin against his head. 

“No. But it was unreal.” Winston adjusted their position so that Olivia rested over his chest.

 “What are we going to do now?” 

“I know what I want to do,” he chuckled kissing her lips again. 

“Winston, be serious. I mean, I’m your assistant. You’re my boss, not to mention, married."

“Olivia…"

Suddenly, his cellphone went off drawing his attention. Glancing down, he immediately recognized the number and grew annoyed. Tapping the red key on the iPhone, he answered, “Malory, you have the worse timing- Darren? What the hell are you doing calling from… What? When?” 

Winston sat up pulling on his shirt. “Which hospital?” 

Olivia sat back as Winston got the details from someone named Darren. She had never heard him answer the phone so short with Malory. He usually was polite. They weren’t the lovey-dovey type of couple, but he never went out of his way to be rude. There was attitude in his tone, coldness, but now something was up. But what? Was their sleeping together a result of some altercation with his wife? And who was Darren? Her mind and heart began to race. 

“Olivia, I’m sorry, but Malory’s been rushed to the hospital. I have to go. Will you-"

“I’ll handle things here.” She used her most professional tone with him as she slipped her clothes back on, guilt and shame clamoring to claim her spirit. 

Sensing her pulling away, he quickly snatched her to him. “I promise to explain everything as soon as I get this thing situated with Malory. This is not how I wanted to end this night with you.“Please, Winston. Your wife needs you.”  

Winston saw he would not be able to make amends now without looking like an unfeeling jerk. But he promised he would fix it. He wasn’t wasting time anymore. He’d given up seven years of his life he was not going to lose his golden ring. Kissing her forehead, he turned and headed out his office, leaving Olivia standing there trying to reconcile her disgrace. Without hesitation, she went to her office.
  

At the hospital, Winston ran into the ER. He was immediately met by doctors and Darren who lead him to the ICU. Darren whined how they were keeping him out of the ICU because he was not her next of kin, but Winston couldn’t hear that noise. He simply assured the man he would fix it. He entered the room hearing machines beep and hiss with all the sterility of a hospital. There on the bed was Malory, covered in wires. She seemed weaker than the last time he’d seen her at the house five days ago. 

“We were able to keep her stable, but she is very weak.” The doctor further explained what had happened and said that her time was drawing near. Winston simply nodded his understanding to everything the doctor was telling him. “She wanted to speak with you privately before I sent in her –uh- other companion.” 

Winston glanced at the doctor and nodded, which gave the man the signal to leave. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, still flavored with Olivia’s essence. He should be feeling guilty for having cheated on his wife, but he didn’t. Not when she had been carrying on her affair with Darren under his nose for all these years. Guilt was the last thing he felt. 

“Malory?” 

She opened her eyes to look at him. She had been a stunner, but the disease had run through her robbing her of that beauty. Her caramel skin was now pale and sickly and the vixen green eyes were now foggy and dim. She wasn’t always the nicest of people, rude and snobby was more like it. She sure hell enjoyed the perks that his name, fame and money brought her. But that person wasn’t in the bed now. The eyes looking back at him were not the same. They seemed remorseful, reconciling. 

“I know you told me to go to hell four days ago after what I told you. And damn, if you weren’t right, Win.” She attempted a laugh but a couch came out instead. “I guess God don’t like ugly.” 

“Malory, shouldn’t you be conserving your strength.” 

“Win, there’s no strength left to conserve. I’m dying; plain and simple. But before I leave this earth I need to clear my conscience. I should’ve done a better job of telling you about Darren and me, but I didn’t. I’ll die with that on my soul. But I wanted you to hear it clear from me. You were a good husband, who didn’t deserve a viper like me.” She reached for his hand and clutched it tightly. “I am sorry for not having the guts to break this thing when you asked me years ago. I guess having seen how marriages work in our circle for so long, I thought I was doing us both a favor. What I did is torture you and I am sorry. You deserve happiness.” She cleared a stray tear before finishing, “I’ll understand if you don’t forgive me. Hell, I wouldn’t. But promise me you’ll get yourself a girl who truly loves you.” 

Winston bent closer to look her in the eye. Sadness filled them. As angry as she had made him with her admission, her current plea brought on an air of forgiveness he never thought he would feel for her. Tightening his grip on her hand, he kissed her forehead.  

“I will. And I promise I won’t put you in last season Alexander McQueen for your casket.” 

“I’ll haunt you if you do,” she laughed clutching his head to hers. She sniffed the air between them, then noted the smeared lipstick on his collar, and grinned wickedly. “I think you already started your search.” 

A blush crossed his cheeks. “Maybe…” 

“Touché, Win. Touché.” Malory settled back into her bed, and like a light switch her old self was back. “Now, get the hell out of here. I want to be out of your hair come morning and I want to spend my last night on Earth with my stud. Will you send him in?” 

Winston rolled his eyes and started out the door. He motioned Darren in. Looking back one last time, Malory blew him a kiss and he caught it fondly. “Catch you later, Malory.” 

“Only if you heading where it’s hot,” she laughed, waving him away. “Get back to your woman.”

Winston nodded and left the hospital. He was elated and free.


When he entered the building, the press was gone as were the guests. His PR team must’ve known to clear the place. He marched up to his office to see if Olivia had stuck around. He was crossing the room, when he noticed the light glaring from his computer. As he approached, he noticed his inbox was up with an e-mail from Olivia with a subject line of “Resignation”. His heart started beating fast. He refused to read and instead jetted for the door.

He ran down to the parking garage to get his Astin. Firing up the sports car, he rolled out in search for his lady. “Damnit, Livi. I’m not gonna lose you.”