Sexual Encounter (Encounter #1) Page 6
The video ends, and Natalie starts it again. “Don’t play it again,” I tell her, still creeped out by the noises and what I just saw. I never would’ve thought Tom would be into that sort of stuff.
She sets the phone down and says, “So does this mean he’s gay?”
“I don’t know what to think, but that is clearly a video of a dude fucking him.”
“It kinda sounds like he’s with a girl to me.”
“No way. Did you see that guy’s face in the mirror? And he has a dick!”
“I only looked at Tom.”
“Well, it was a dude, who has Tom bent over and he seemed to be enjoying it.”
“What are we gonna do?” she asks me.
“He needs to be taught a lesson, so we’re gonna teach him one, by making him pay and getting you everything you want from him and more. Especially for what he did to your mom.” Telling her that, tears gloss over her eyes.
I pull her onto my lap and cradle her body against mine, feeling terrible for the pain that she’s going through. It enrages me, and I want to make it right somehow…but how?
“Call Ralph, tell him about the house.”
“What about the phone?” she asks me.
“Don’t tell anyone about the phone. That’s our leverage against him.”
“What if he doesn’t care and is open about it.”
“He’s not, trust me. I’ve been out with Tom. He makes it very clear that he’s into women. Just the other day, when the strippers showed up, he was drooling over them, and now it makes sense why. He doesn’t want anyone to know about this.”
She scoots off my lap and grabs her phone to call Ralph while I type up an email to Tom. I know Ralph will call me the second they hang up. After I hit send, she sits back down, and before she can say anything, Ralph is calling. I deal with him on the phone, acting completely oblivious. All the while, I’ve got Natalie in my arms and know more about all of this than he does.
Tom doesn’t call me, and I’m not surprised. If he’s got any shred of decency left in him, which I’m finding that doubtful, he’s got to be ashamed of himself for what he’s done.
***
“I want you to stay here,” I tell Natalie as she is trying to bail again, just like she did earlier today.
“I should really go and clean my place up.”
“No, you shouldn’t. It’ll just upset you.”
“What about my mom?”
“I’ll hire someone. There has to be a company that specializes in that sort of thing, right?”
“I should do it.”
“No, goddammit! You’ve been upset enough today. You’re staying here, and I’ll handle it!” I’m firm with my response, and she lets out a big breath of air, followed by her lips turning up into a grin. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not looking at you like anything.”
“Yes, you are, you’re looking at me like you want to get fucked. Do you just not listen sometimes to piss me off?”
“I don’t listen because I don’t want to be too much for you. You’ve made it clear that you’re used to your time alone and—”
“Shut the hell up!” I yell even louder, and this time I cup my hand over her mouth. She nips at my skin, playing, and I love that even though she’s had a shit day, she can still push that all aside.
Turning her sexy body around, I place my teeth against her neck, biting down hard. She moans, giving into the chemistry between us, letting it take over as she pushes back against me. Sucking up hard, she grips the sides of the granite kitchen island, and I don’t care if I leave a mark or not. Her noises keep me sucking and then I gently bend her over, removing her shorts as I do.
“Tell me you’re staying,” I order her, and she shakes her head. “Tell me,” I growl and reach into my shorts, gripping my shaft that is dripping cum for her as I have her pinned down in my kitchen. Rubbing the head of my cock from her asshole down to her pussy, she wiggles and I wait for her words.
Each time I touch her, I smear my dick into her wetness, blending us together, and want inside of her, but I won’t, not until she says the words. “Are you staying?” I ask, and breathlessly she responds, “No!”
I let go of her body and put my cock away. She arches up stunned. “So what, if I don’t stay, I don’t get fucked?”
“Yup, you want my dick, you gotta stay here.”
“For how long?”
“However long you want my dick.”
“What if I want it forever?”
“Then stay forever.”
Here eyes get wide. “Are you asking me to move in?”
“So what if I am?” I step to her and hold on to the side of her face. She leans into my touch, looking deep within my eyes, and I realize in this moment how crazy it seems, but I can’t be without her…I won’t.
“Okay, I’ll stay,” she answers me, and I tear my pants down my legs and lift her onto the island. She smiles, resting back, letting me take my cock and enter the empire that is her pussy.
“Jesus Christ, Natalie, your cunt is gonna be the death of me.”
“Mmm,” she moans, watching our bodies as I glide in and out, in and out. She leaves a coating of white around the head of my shaft, and I’m so zoned in, rubbing her clit with my thumb as we fuck.
Natalie always has me about to blow, so I’ve learned if I keep things slower I’ll last longer. “Yes,” she whines repeatedly, meeting me each time I shove myself into her.
Her soft noises are sexy. I pull her lips to mine, needing to quiet her, so I don’t come. But the friction of our bodies working together and the motions of her tongue have me close to letting go. Lifting her off the counter, I carry her out of the kitchen and into my bedroom, where I can get more control.
With my cock still nestled deep inside her, she lays back gracefully. “Please try not to move, or I’ll tie you up.”
“Okay,” she responds, and I begin fucking her again, but my cum is right there even though she is dead still. Her noises are what are pushing me over, so I cover her mouth with one hand, silencing her.
With my other hand balled into a fist at the side of her, I keep myself pushed up and realize there is no fighting this feeling, not with this woman. She is my demise.
Giving in, I pump her hard, removing my hand from her mouth, allowing her to cry out my name again and again. “Harder, Jett,” she orders me, and I ferociously fuck her to the point that my balls burn. The room that was once silent is now filled with her cries of passion and the skin of my balls slapping her ass.
Sex with Natalie is a dream come true. The pleasure I’ve always searched for and imagined is right here at the tips of my fingers ready for my taking.
Looking down at her sweaty body, she’s lost in a world all her own. Her pussy flexes as she strokes my shaft, and what I want to savor, she steals from me. Cum radiates from my balls and races inside her. The instant that I blow, she shudders, shaking violently as my bone-hard dick rattles her to the core, giving her an earth-shattering orgasm. Natalie screams like I’ve never heard. Her pussy is sopping wet; making is impossible for me to stop, or even slow. Watching her like this just makes me go harder, longer, faster, and I know we are in for a night of just this—just us—just sex.
Chapter 14
Jett
“I might play with myself while you’re gone,” Natalie tells me as I exit the elevator and walk into my office.
“Yeah, you do that and see what happens when I get home.”
“Good morning, Mr. Jordan,” one of the paralegals says walking by me. I smile and give her a nod, making a beeline for my office.
“What if I send you a video?”
“Then maybe I’ll let it slide.”
“Mr. Jordan?” Jasmine grabs my attention, stopping at my office door.
“Can I finish this phone call?” I ask her, and she says, “Tom Valero is in the conference room waiting for you.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Oh,
God, he’s there?” Natalie asks me.
“Yup, sounds like it.”
“Will you call me as soon as you’re done talking?”
“Just put your phone on mute, and I’ll lock my screen, then I’ll take it in with me so that way you can listen.”
“You sure?” she asks, and I tell her, “Yes! Mute it now. I’m going down there.”
“‘Kay.” The line goes silent, and I lock my phone. The screen turns black, and I grab the case file then head on in.
“Morning, Tom.” He looks like shit, like he was on a wild bender the entire weekend.
“Hey, Jett, thanks for seeing me.” Suddenly he’s being nice, then he shakes my hand, and all I can think about is him in that video.
“I presume you got my email.”
“I did, and I’m ready to settle things with that fuckin’ cunt.”
“Her name’s Natalie. For the sake of common decency, would you please refrain from the derogatory and call her Natalie?”
“No, she’s a fucking cunt.”
“Anyway. Ralph told me you trashed the beach house, or more like destroyed it?”
“I didn’t do that. The bachelor party might have gotten a little bit out of control, but it wasn’t intentional.”
“There’s a spray painted message on the wall to her that she can have the house, was that part of the party, too?”
He nods, the pompous prick that he is. Having him lie right to my face irritates me. It wasn’t the party that got out of hand. He knew just what he was doing, and it was intentional. Keeping Natalie in the forefront of my mind, because she is the most important thing here, I continue calmly.
“Are you aware that her mother’s urn was shattered and her ashes were stomped into the floor?”
“Oh, dear, my poor mother-in-law’s remains have been tarnished,” he says in a mocking tone. “I had no idea.”
“Tom, you can cut the bullshit with me. Remember, I work for you. I’m on your side.”
“Are you, Jett?”
“Of course, I am. Why would you ever question that?”
“Why do you care what I call Natalie?”
“Because she’s a woman and my mother raised me to give women respect. Also, if this goes to court, I don’t need you in the habit of referring to her as anything else except for Natalie, do you understand me?”
“Yeah.”
“So what really happened, Tom?”
“Honest to God, the party got wild, we did a bunch of coke, and I got the crazy idea to trash the place. It felt like the only way I could get back at her. She’s gonna get what she wants, so now she can have it.”
“Well, here’s the problem that we have now. If we go to court, they’ll use that against us. I mean, what you did to her deceased mother is appalling. No judge is gonna be on our side, at all. So…we gotta settle this out of court. Which leads to the next topic. Natalie is claiming she has your phone with some incriminating pictures and/or videos. I don’t really know much about it. I hope you have your phone and she’s lying. You have it, right?”
He shakes his head, his entire demeanor changes hearing this revelation. “Where is it?”
“I…I lost it, but I thought I lost it screwing around in the ocean.”
“Wow, okay, Tom. So let’s say she does have your phone. Is there anything on there that we should be concerned about?”
He runs his fingers through his thin, balding hair and shouts, “Fuck!”
“Jesus, what is it?”
“It’ll ruin my career. I had a lapse in judgment, and I know that shit will be looked down upon if it gets out. So give the fucking bitch whatever she wants. But I want my phone back. Got it?”
“But, what is it?” I ask so he doesn’t have any inclination that I already know about the video.
“It was a one-time thing, after a combination of too many drugs and alcohol. I can’t have anyone thinking that way about me; it’s not true.”
“Are you sure you want to give Natalie whatever she wants?”
“Yes, but I want a signed NDA from her that she won’t release anything that’s on my phone if I comply.”
“Absolutely,” I agree, and without another word he storms out of the room, heaving the door open and walking away like a child. I press the button on my phone, hoping that Natalie is still there. Sure enough, she is. “Did you hear all of that?” I ask her
“Yeah. Oh my God, Jett, did that really just happen?”
“Yup. You okay with everything?”
“Yeah, I feel better knowing it was a mistake. I couldn’t imagine Tom being gay.”
“It makes sense now why he’s so adamant on getting his phone back.”
“I’m…I’m speechless.”
“As you should be, I told you to let me handle the divorce. Now you have to think about what you want and email it to Ralph so we can end this before he changes his mind. Also, don’t leave my house, in case he’s looking for you. He’s a loose cannon right now.”
“Thank you so much,” she tells me.
“Anything for you, babe.”
Chapter 15
Natalie
With Oliver balled up at my feet, I can’t even fathom what I want to ask Tom for. I feel like I’ve been staring at this blank notepad for hours, and maybe I have been because Jett is home and I still have nothing written down.
My eyes are drawn to the door as he graces me with his presence.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
“You have no idea how much I missed you today.”
“Yeah?” I ask him, and he sets his stuff down, then sits next to me, kissing me tenderly, so soft and sweet, leaving my clit twitching and me wanting more.
“How’s the list coming?” he asks.
I show him the blank paper, and he laughs. “All right, maybe I can get you drunk, and that’ll help.
“I don’t know if anything will help, Jett.”
“No?” he quizzically looks at me from the kitchen, pouring us each two fingers of Scotch.
“No. I can’t think of a thing that I want from Tom. All I can think about is my mom and how I promised to spread her ashes out at sea. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and now it’s too late.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I did find a company that specializes in that sort of thing, and it won’t be exactly as it was before, but they should be able to get your mom’s ashes collected. They are going to the house in the morning.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we’ll get her ashes back and then we can spread them when you’re ready, okay?”
I nod, thankful for Jett and his kind heart. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but I did.
“Then we can fix the house back up.” He hands me the drink, and I take a sip of the strong liquor, my eyes squinting from the burn in my throat, and he says, “So write that down.”
I listen and then stare at the one thing I have listed.
“How much money do you want?”
“The fifteen million is plenty.”
“Is it, though? After how shitty of a husband he was to you and what he did to your mom, is that enough?”
“Fine, twenty?”
“Babe, Tom is worth two and a half billion dollars.”
“Really?” I ask the revelation is news to me. I thought he had a hundred million dollars tops. I guess it’s just another thing he hid from me during our marriage.
“Yes, so you need to up the money.”
“You think fifty million is too much?”
“No way, I’d tell him you want five hundred million.”
“Jett, I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. You have leverage over him. He said you can have whatever you want. He obviously does not want the world to see his video. Speaking of, did you get a copy pulled off the phone today?”
“I did. What if I ask for another one of the houses?”
“Why do that? You’re gonna live here with me, and I’m not about to move into one of his homes.”
He cuts me off and says, “Forever.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Baby, I’m crazy…for you.”
And I look into his eyes. They are the clearest they’ve been since I’ve known him. He has the most genuine expression ever across his face, and I know I’m just as crazy for him. “Then handle the divorce, the way you told me you would, I trust you.”
“Do you now?” he asks and pins me back on the couch.
“I do.”
“Don’t say those words, or I’ll fly you to Vegas.”
I laugh, but it’s cut short. Jett kisses me, his deep grunts turning me on, and then slowly he works his way down my body. I relish in his lips and the proficient way he uses them. So gentle, yet firm, dry yet moist.
He moves further down and exposes my tits, stretching my shirt so he can kiss and love on them. He doesn’t seem to care that the fabric is tearing; the sound is loud in the quiet room.
Then he kneels up and shreds it completely. I’m lying panting beneath him as he grips both of my breasts hard, pinching my nipples. I reach for his cock, which is pushing at me through black dress pants. “I want to tie you up,” he tells me driving himself against my hand.
“Okay,” I confirm, and he carries me into the bedroom, but this time instead of laying me on the bed, he leaves me standing in the room. He disappears into the closet, and I watch, wondering what he’s getting. I’m reminded of the comment he made the first time that we slept together, “I might hog tie you and stuff you full of dildos.”
I swallow. As horny as Jett makes me, I’m not sure how I would feel about that…at all.
Then he comes out into the bedroom, stark naked. The muscles of his body flex as he walks towards me, the only thing on him is a coil of rope in his hand.
“No dildos?” I ask
“No, I’m all that will ever be inside your body.”
I swallow, realizing that he meant what he said earlier. This is forever. Standing behind me, he grabs the tops of my arms, pulling them backward. Then he slides the rope over my hands and glides it up my arms tightening it around my biceps, making me squirm a little from being held in place. “Stay still,” he whispers as he begins to do his magic, winding all around my boobs and then knotting the rope behind me on my arms.