Deceived - Part 3 Chloe's Revenge (2 page)

I loved the look of his skin, stretched tightly over a pack of muscles, calling for my touch. Last night had been incredible. He knew how to work magic on me and touch the right spot at the right time. Gazing at his hard body stretched out on the bed, his tan skin contrasting against the white sheets, I raked my teeth over my lower lip. I couldn’t resist any longer. Why was he sleeping and I couldn’t? I reached over and gingerly touched him on his bulging bicep, but he just rolled away from me onto his side. Apparently, jetlag had not affected his sleeping pattern as much as mine, since he had only been in Paris for a few days. I pulled my hand back, sighing with frustration as I rolled off my propped up arm onto my back, flopping my head against the pillow.

Still wide awake, my mind drifted back to what Patrick had told me about his plan on our long flight back home. Basically, he would continue working with the Baroness for the time being, behaving as congenial as possible in order to gain her confidence. Meanwhile, he would persuade the biggest clients to jump ship and join him in a new ad agency, funded with startup money from Ryan. Ryan was an excellent businessman, and though he didn’t care to work in the advertisement industry himself, he was shrewd enough to know a good investment when he saw it and he recognized that Patrick was a good investment. Plus, Ryan had the Midas touch and who wouldn’t want him in on a business deal with his marketing acuity?

 There were still a few hurdles to this plan though. First, there was no guarantee that the big clients would go with Patrick, as not all of them had worked directly under Patrick’s management, and second, the Baroness surely had put some restrictions in the buyout, such as a competition clause, that would forbid any shareholder, such as Frank Meyer and Patrick to start a competing company, and take some of the clients with them. However, Patrick said he had a way around that. I hoped that would be the case, but only time would tell. If only there was a sure way to get back at the Baroness, kick her ass to the curb for the way she had messed with my life. These sour thoughts were turning me vile and I tried to get some sleep, but soon the rose-tipped fingers of dawn stretched their light into the room.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t realized it was sunrise. I peeked over at Patrick sleeping so contently next to me. He had rolled again onto his back, offering me a tantalizing view of his strong jaw line, his crested lips and oh, how I wanted those lips on me. The ornery side of me wasn’t going to let him sleep, or maybe my horny side was getting the best of me. Either way, I was itching to wake him up.

He laid there, with one leg slightly bent, and his head turned to one side, the five-hundred thread count sheet thrown to the edge of the bed. As my eyes scanned down his muscular chest to his rock hard abs, a rising movement caught my attention. His cock was half erect and every couple of seconds it would stiffen up, then relax, stiffen, then relax, in a pulsing rhythm. I flattered myself with the thought that dreams of me were powering those pulses. The rise and fall of his thick cock sent tingles to my nether regions and my inner pixie was stirred, primed and ready for some titillating mischief. I wanted that hot body of his and I couldn’t wait one minute longer. I swept his arm with gentle kisses down to his stomach and abdomen, the pulsing penis waving in my face. Not a stir. I kissed the tip of his manhood, but still no reaction. Grasping the velvet smooth shaft at half mast, I pulled the skin down fully exposing the head as my mouth covered it, licking like a lollipop, swirling my tongue around the bell shaped head. As my sucking increased, I moved my hand up and down the shaft and Patrick finally began to come awake.

“Oh, wow, what are you doing? That feels nice...oh yeah... really nice,” he said with his head tipped back and his eyes still closed. Looking up from between his legs with a smile, I said, “I couldn’t sleep and your gorgeous body got me all horny, so I thought this would be a good way to wake you up.”

“Oooh, baby, you sure found a really good one. Keep going,” he purred.

I continued working my tongue over his velvety hardness, then paused. “Ahh, you saw it,” I said with a pout.

“Saw what?” Elevating his head slightly, he looked down at me with raised eyebrows.

“There was this TV show a few years ago where a woman tried to wake up her guy with a blow job while he slept. He woke up and said the exact same thing you just did,” I laughed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, but I know that something needs more attention down there,” he said smiling, while pointing at his cock and closing his eyes he laid his head back on the white pillow. I readjusted my position for a better angle and obediently got back to sucking his now fully engorged cock, with a feverish intensity until he was on the brink of release in my mouth. Just as he was about to come, the pixie within me had another idea and I spun around to join in on the most pleasurable of tactile experiences, positioning my hot spot in his face for a sixty-niner. Spreading my lips apart he found the candy shop and licked me till he hit the right spot, sending shivers of ecstasy reverberating throughout my entire body. I was on fire and those fervent sensations drove me to want his cock even more. I had never enjoyed giving head to any other man as much as I relished it with Patrick. Sometimes just seeing it getting hard, laying against the length of his inner thigh, and believe me, it was more than ample in length and girth, drove me crazy with erotic delight. I gently squeezed his balls as he gurgled a sound of pleasure against my hot clit.

“Baby, your body is so delicious. I could do this all day with you,” he groaned.

The thought of his massiveness and what he could do with it was more than I could stand. I longed to feel the stretch of its width and the satisfaction of having him inside of me, a confirmation to one of the most profound human experiences two people can have together. My blood rushed, my muscles tightened in my lower abdomen and my cunt quivered with anticipation. I had to have him inside of me, face to face, eye to eye. My body begged for the physical release, but my soul needed the confirmation. I was addicted to this feeling and I just couldn’t get enough of him.

“Hold on baby, you can’t come yet,” I said, my voice rasping with pants of pleasure and spinning around I positioned myself to mount him. I faced him, eyes blazing with need, my blood rushing through every vein, like a runaway freight train. “I need you inside me. Lay still.”

“Oh, you drive me crazy,” he moaned breathlessly curling up with outstretched arms like someone chasing after a fly away balloon. Reaching out, his hands grasped my hips, digging his fingers into my skin, “Come here you. You make my head spin. Do whatever you like with me, I’m all yours, baby.”

I straddled him, as he pulled my hips down and I guided his throbbing erection into my wetness. A gasp burst from my lips as I sat down hard on his fullness. “Oh, baby that feels so good.” I rode him and worked it up and down, deeper and deeper. Catching my rhythm, he drove himself faster. Working it hard, he guided my hips with his hands in fervent thrusts, my titties bouncing up and down as he wrenched beneath me, the two of us moving in a synchronized formation until the earth shook, and we breathlessly quaked to the climax together.

Falling onto his glistening chest, I slumped over him and he wrapped both of his arms around me, the two of us panting, a few strands of my hair sticking to the sweat on his skin. Rolling to the side and into the crux of his arm, I snuggled up next to him pushing my hair out of my face, waiting for my breath to still, as I remembered that Patrick was a cuddler.

He ran his free hand through his brown curly hair, exhaling to bring his breathing back to normal. “Chloe, you are so damn beautiful,” Patrick murmured. I wiggled my body closer to him, feeling totally satisfied and with an upturned face, peered up into his eyes.

”You know, Chloe, I’ve traveled around the world and back again and I’ve never met anyone like you. I just want to wrap my arms around you and love you. You are amazing. When I see your face and that smile, I just want to kiss your lips all day.” He tucked his chin in and looked down at me to see the reaction to his words in my eyes. “I guess I’m selfish cause I love you, but you are my dream angel. I breathe for you and no one else but you.”

A little tear welled up in my eye, as I smiled up at him, any words I had, failed to rise over the growing lump in my throat and all I could do was nod. He traced a finger down my cheek and kissed me a sweet gentle kiss on the lips, and as I closed my eyes, a trail of tears trickled down my cheek. Using his thumb he rubbed the tear away and said, “Hey now, none of that. I hope those are tears of joy.” He laughed lightly.

Hugging him tightly, I laughed a little at myself for being so sappy and sentimental. “Oh, Patrick, of course they are tears of joy. I love you too, sweetie, with all my heart and I want to get to know everything about you, all of your likes and dislikes, so I can please you in every way.”

We both smiled and with my head buried in his chest, he rocked us back and forth, each of us reveling in the warmth of the moment.

“Hey,” he pulled back and looked down at me with a twinkle in his eye and said, “I didn’t know you liked watching porn?”

“What porn? Oh, the TV show. It wasn’t porn, silly. It was a comedy on Showtime I think,” I said, tickling his sides as a punishment for teasing me.

“Okay, okay, I give up,” Patrick said twisting out of my reach and jumped off the bed, escaping to the bathroom. Standing at the doorway, he smiled. “It sure was a nice way to wake up though. I hope you are going to treat me like that every morning.”

Grabbing a bed pillow, I took aim, pitching it at his head, but his quick reflexes allowed him to duck out of the line of fire and it just grazed his arm. Launching a counterattack, he picked up the pillow I had thrown, and used it as a shield. I continued to hurl every pillow, decorative and none, at him as he advanced towards me, laughing all the while, at my feeble projectiles.

“Peace, my queen?” Patrick popped his head out from behind his makeshift shield offering his beautiful smile. I was out of breath from my pillow toss workout and was willing to call a cease fire. He gently kissed the back of my hand, dramatically bowing like I was royalty, catching my eyes with his and holding a steady gaze, melting me with those orbs of blue.

“Argh, no fair, I protested with a whine. “You know I can’t resist those eyes of yours,” I said, as I grabbed him around the neck and planted a deep, long kiss on him.

“Come, let’s take a shower together,” he said, and pulled me by the wrist towards the bathroom.

*~*~*

“So, are you excited to get back to work? Anything interesting on your schedule?” I asked, biting into the last piece of bacon of Patrick’s breakfast specialty; omelets with bacon, orange juice and coffee. The sparkle of the black granite countertop in the kitchen caught my eye, as I admired the beauty of the stone. The random little crystals imbedded in the texture of the stone gave the impression of stars twinkling in a night sky, and I was reminded of how magnificent his penthouse apartment was, as I sat at the counter finishing my coffee.

“Well, I have a morning meeting with Anna and after that I will just take it from there. Honestly, I don’t even know why she bought the company. She doesn’t have any experience with the advertising industry,” he said, setting the frying pan in the sink.

“Anna, the Baroness? Ugh, I hate that you have to work for that bitch, even if it’s only temporarily,” I confessed, rolling my eyes as I slid off the stool to load the remainder of the dishes into the dishwasher. Although I knew that Patrick had to work with that woman, my gut instincts were telling me that she was scheming even as we spoke, devising ways to get her claws into Patrick and once again try to destroy our relationship. “I truly wish we didn’t have to go through with this plan. The best thing for both of us would be forget her and never lay eyes on her again.” I knitted my brow with disgust at the thought of this woman.

“I know, I know, Chloe.” He caught my arm by the elbow as I passed his stool to put the last dish away. “It bothers me too, but trust me, this is just a small price we have to pay to get back at her and out of our lives forever. Don’t worry, baby.” He stood in front of me and ran both of his hands up and down my arms in a soothing gesture, as I were pouting. He chucked a finger under my chin, in a “keep your chin up” motion and cocked his head to one side. “This will all be over soon. I promise.” As he finished cleaning up the kitchen he asked, “So, what are
you
going to do all day?”

I propped myself up on one of the decorative kitchen high stools near the island, twirling a coffee spoon on its end, while Patrick got ready for work, ducking in and out of the rooms of his spacious apartment.

“I’ve gotta go to my apartment and see how it looks,” I called out after him, leaning towards the hallway on my stool, as he disappeared into his home office to retrieve some papers.

“Hopefully,” I continued, as he popped back into the kitchen, “Andrea hasn’t messed it up completely while I was gone. Got a ton of laundry to do as well, and finally, I am hoping that Elyse will be available for lunch. I have to fill her in on all the juicy details of the trip.” I licked off the last bit of sugar that was stuck on the coffee spoon that I had been twirling.

“Andrea? That’s your roommate?”

I nodded.

“Well, you are coming back here tonight, right?” He stopped his marathon race around the apartment, apparently having found everything he needed for work and stood in front of me. I slid off the stool to face him.

“If you will have me.” I smiled up into his steel-blue eyes absentmindedly adjusting the collar on his crisp white work shirt.

Putting his arms around my waist he pulled me closer and said, “I want you here every day. In fact, I was planning on giving you a key.” He peered down into my face, searching for affirmation.

“Well, about that.” I finished adjusting his collar and turned away to search for my purse as I glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized he needed to get on his way if he didn’t want to be late his first day back at work from his Paris trip. “Maybe we are moving a little too fast,” I said, still poking around the living room for my purse, turning over the couch pillows. Finding my purse I stopped moving about and turned towards him again. “As handsome and lovable as you are, we were just reunited a week ago, and there are still some nasty obstacles ahead,” I pointed out. “I’ll come over tonight and we can talk more about our plans, okay?” I smiled at him sweetly. Despite my inclination to move into this marshmallow white penthouse apartment with Patrick, something kept gnawing at my insides causing me to grind my teeth. I have had my heart broken too many times in the past and like they say, “Once bitten, twice shy.” I was just being cautious, trying not to get hurt again.