I let go and cum.
Waves of pleasure go through my body and I let out a moan that is earthy and lewd at the same time. A fire spreads from my loins and rips through my body, leaving me sweating and trembling as my muscles seize up and contract. Pleasure knocks me out and my eyes roll back inside my head. I arch my body and feel myself give way to numbness and nothingness. I’m awake, but incapacitated by fire. And ice. I’m weightless but can’t move. My body twitches and I lose my sight. Stars fill my vision and I lose myself in a void.
When I come to, I’m breathing heavily. So is King Henry on the other side of the phone. My heart is pounding and I take the phone.
“Are you there?” he asks me.
“Yes, King,” I say weakly, still recovering from the orgasm that ripped through my body.
“Good, be kind to your friend when he returns,” King Henry says, and with that he hangs up.
Leaving me lying there on Arsen’s bed.
My panties are wet so I take them off, and I throw my bra across the room as well. I’m lying naked in a haze on Arsen’s bed and all I want is more sex. I don’t care if Arsen asks me what I’m doing when he comes back in and I lay there.
After a few minutes, I hear the door open and footsteps come into his room.
I’m staring at the ceiling, lost in a sea of post-orgasmic bliss when I notice him taking his clothes off. He joins me on the bed, kissing my stomach, and then my tits. I shudder. Not in fear, but in pleasure as his hands roam my body before settling on my mound, pressing down on it.
I’m ready for more and I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me.
“You look like you need a good fucking,” Arsen says with a smirk.
“Less talk,” I say to him, wrapping my legs around his torso and bucking my hips like a wild woman. “More cock.”
I’m going to have a price to pay at one point. I know that. But for now, all I can think of is the moment. I just pray that this pleasure never stops.
56
Arsen
I’m standing in Gerard’s lushly appointed downtown law office. For as much as my office has the power and glamor of Midtown, Gerard’s has that old world style found only in Lower Manhattan. With it’s winding non-numbered streets and history that predates America, Gerard seems to fit right in. I mean, the building his offices are in have fucking gargoyles outside of them to get rid of the excess rainwater. Talk about something you don’t see in Modernist, cubist, Midtown.
We’re having our weekly wrap-up on disposal of the properties that Dad left me.
“I think if we move in this direction, we should be approaching full divestiture within three to four months for certain,” Gerard says with the characteristic seriousness. But despite his normal seriousness, there’s something about him that seems a bit off.
“Gerard,” I ask, eyeing him. “There’s something different about you.”
He looks at me from his desk, and then gestures to his tie.
That’s it!
It’s a maroon tie with white hearts.
“A lady friend of mine suggested that I lighten up the wardrobe a bit, sir,” he tells me a bit stiffly.
For everything that’s going on with Luca Gianoni and the divestiture, I can’t help but laugh out loud
like a fucking kid.
“I didn’t know you were dating someone, Gerard!” I say out loud.
“I’d prefer not to talk about that now,” he says to me, a bit flustered. “Already too many changes in my life, if you know what I mean.”
He looks at me and I nod. I know exactly what he’s talking about.
But still, I can’t get the thought out of my head. How different my lawyer is now than say six months ago. Back then, if you said you saw him in a tie with hearts on it, he’d tell you to go fuck yourself.