Shiraz (8 page)

He spoke again, “There’s no need to
worry, and this is just the end of Day One . . . out of
three.”

Day 2

Melinda

I don’t remember when we had fallen
asleep. A small glimmer of sunlight reached through the curtains
that otherwise completely blacked out the bedroom of Ryan’s suite.
I stirred lightly on the side of the bed closest to the window, my
eyes still adjusting to being awake. I was still naked underneath
the incredibly comfortable sheets, the heat of the bed kept my body
warm throughout the night. My unfinished wine glass sat lonely on
my nightstand, and I didn’t feel like I had any lingering ill
effects from alcohol, thank god.  

Still facing the window, the mattress
adjusted underneath the weight of Ryan’s body. I did not want to
see if he was also awake, despite his performance last night. I was
intoxicated with his touch and I wanted more. I moved my body in
reverse, thrusting my naked ass against his stomach. I kept my face
turned away from him, beckoning him to take me once
more.

Without a word, I felt his hand slowly
wrap around the only accessible thigh. This time he was the one
taking the bait. I threw my ass into his body and reached for his
neck. He grabbed my arm and tied it behind my back, forcing me to
hold my pose. I wasn’t allowed the satisfaction of looking at him.
He held my arm in place with one hand while his other dove beneath
my legs, finding my clit as if he had never taken his hand off me
the entire night. His pointer finger began to massage my hood and
clit, inflating my lips and soaking my insides.  

In attempt to turn my face around he
forced my head back on the pillow. I could feel his cock waking up
as well, rising and twitching against the back of my legs. He
shifted his weight and grinded his growing erection against my ass.
I spread my legs even wider for him, inviting his hand to take hold
of me from the inside. He pulled his hand back and I could hear him
licking his fingers, readying them for entry.

His two fingers first slid around my
labia, his favorite spot, teasing the lips before infiltrating my
pussy. I moaned aloud, struggling to break free from his grip to
take hold of his engorged cock. He was not going to let it happen.
He continued to press into my ass, the head of his cock
occasionally skimming the surface of my asshole. His fingers worked
me over; strumming at my g-spot like he was a guitarist and my body
was his instrument. I was so turned on that I didn’t realize how
fast he was going to make me orgasm.

He turned up the pressure on my pussy,
bringing me to a screaming fit of pleasure as I bucked against his
cock. He was satisfying and teasing me all at once. When I finished
climaxing, he took his fingers out of me. He was making room for
something else. I felt his cock moving from my back, down and in
between my legs. He brought his chest closer to my upper back,
licking and biting down on the back of my neck. He kept one hand
tying my hands together while he took his wide awake cock and
reclaimed my pussy. I once again lost my breath in pleasure as he
fucked me, an exercise in restraint as I resisted the urge to
dislocate my wrists and free myself from his captivity.

His grunts of pleasure echoed
throughout my ear. We moaned in stereo, and at this point I would
have felt quite content to die in this bed. I was lost in his body
as I felt the head of his tool jack hammering me from the inside,
bringing me close to what had to be my . . . fifth? Sixth? I had
lost count. As soon as I began to clench down on his cock with my
orgasm, I heard Ryan cry out again. He began to throttle and squirt
inside me, flooding my canal with a hot river of his fluids as he
squeezed my hips. He lost his grip on my wrists, finally allowing
me to reach around and hold onto his neck.  

Ryan began to deflate, his descending
erection slipping out of me along with a torrent of cum that would
surely get a laugh from whatever housekeeper had to strip this bed
when we left. He stroked my nipples from behind and growled again
in happiness.  

“
Thank you for the perfect
start to Day 2.”

I turned to face him. The sunlight was
casting a lance-like ray over his face that almost

looked like a mask.  

“
I have a late shift
tonight . . . will you be ending the show at the same
time?”

“
Most likely. We’ll be on
the road Monday, so I plan on taking full advantage of you and your
time.” He kissed me square on the mouth, parting my lips once again
with his tongue. “You fuck like your life depends on it. I don’t
think I’ve ever met anyone like you, Min.”

I wrapped myself around his body one
last time before climbing out of bed. My clothes were still
scattered at the same spot near the edge of the bed where he had
first formulaically disrobed me. I picked up my panties and slid
them on, followed by the skirt that still left me feeling exposed.
I grabbed for the corset and like a fisherman I began hooking it
just before I was interrupted by the feel of a hand on each side of
my waist. Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and redid it for me,
combining all the traits of a beast and a gentleman at once as I
stared at him while positioning myself on his lap.

“
You’re pretty good at
handling corsets. I’m starting to wonder about you,
sir.”

“
Did I forget to mention I
have an entire collection at home myself? Brings out my
hips.”

I cackled, another release of energy I
somehow still contained after our sex marathon. “Next time you tour
around here, I want to see you in one, and that’s an
order.”

“
I’ll see if I can stuff
one in my suitcase.”

I stood up, now fully dressed. Ryan
lingered on the bed, a sheet still draped across his waist. He
watched me grab my purse from the dresser as I made sure my keys
were still inside. I took my copy of the room key from underneath
my wine glass, and just for the hell of it, I downed the remnants
from last night.

“
I’ll need your mobile
number for today, Min.”

I paused, looking at him. “Um . . .
okay? I already know where you are staying and we don’t really need
to arrange anything else, but I guess I could give it to
you.”

“
I may have a few . . .
requests during the day while we rehearse.”

I eyed him longingly, wondering what
tricks he had up his sleeve. He handed me his phone and I punched
in my number as a new contact. He set his phone back on the other
nightstand, satisfied.

“
Good girl. I’ll be seeing
you later.”

“
Heh. Yes. See you soon,
Ryan.”

He continued to keep me in sight as I
exited the bedroom. After all the buildup, all the anticipation and
nerves, I had a dopey, comical smile plastered on my face that I
would be physically incapable of removing all day. My legs worked
again, despite the known fact that I would have trouble getting up
and down from any chair my tired ass has yet to fall into. I
checked the time on my phone to realize I still have a few hours
before I was due at the hospital.  

When I got off the elevator, a new
desk agent was at the front desk. I waltzed past them and met their
accusing looks with the same wide grin I couldn’t smother.
 

I knew my decision would have
repercussions. The fact is, I had cheated on someone. I have never
done this before, and if you had asked me twenty-four hours ago if
I ever fathomed the thought of being unfaithful, I would have
gotten pissed at even the slightest idea. No one that has ever came
into my life was worth risking a steady and solid relationship, but
suddenly I find myself in a position to risk it all for one person.
That was, after all, before I had gone to a Broken Griffin show. So
much for not being a groupie. I will admit I was thankful for
arriving to an empty room, besides our cats. Brandon had an ongoing
contract surveying a mansion that was eating up most of his daytime
hours, and for once, our conflicting hours were playing to my
advantage. I fed Nettie and Ollie, who greeted me as soon as I came
in the door, with an overwhelming amount of yowls and tail brushing
my bare leg. After rinsing and filling their water dishes, I texted
Brandon, asking how his night had gone since he had no intention on
asking me how mine went, so typical. As I prepared for my shower, I
heard my phone vibrate against the wood board of my dresser. I was
prepared to read Brandon’s response, but it wasn’t him. A blocked
number had sent me a message.

“
Are you still wearing the
corset?”

I looked toward the front door as if
there was an actual possibility of somebody watching me. A
ridiculous yet natural reaction. I looked down at my phone, still
lit from the notification. I chewed on the inside of my right
cheek, in a questionable expression.

“
Not for long. About to
rinse off and get ready for work.”

I found myself once again removing a
corset while Ryan watched, albeit from a distance this time. Steam
began to pool from the shower head and fog the mirror. I let my
clothes pile up along side of the bath mat, and just as I was about
to pull back the curtain, I had another message. I scooped up the
phone with hungry anticipation.

“
Show me once you get
clean.”

Now I see why he wanted my
number. I stepped under the shower head, “fuck,” I yelled aloud
since I was getting horny all over again. Ryan had the appetite of
a bear readying for hibernation, and I was his fish. While I washed
away the layers of sweat that had caked onto my skin overnight, I
thought of how magical last night was. Out of the several years
I’ve been with Brandon
no night
has ever amounted to last night. I remembered his
tongue tracing laps across my body and finding every sensitive spot
with what seemed like zero effort. The way his cock fired out a
salvo of orgasms twice in just a few hours made my mouth water. He
had used me in every last way I craved, and just when I thought I
had enough, he found a way to make me crave more.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair,
wanting to make the photo he requested as hot as possible. I shut
off the water, letting the hot water coat my body before I toweled
off. I emerged from the tub in a haze of steam. I accessed the
camera on my phone and held it out far enough to capture the entire
length of my naked body, still dripping with an invitation for him
to feast on it. I took several, wanting to be sure he got the best.
 

After shuffling thru I chose the one I
was most satisfied with it, putting it inside a message that read
“You’ll need to dirty me up again,” and hit the send
button.

I brushed and rinsed my teeth just
before throwing on a new set of scrubs wishing I could wear a pink
pair instead of the everyday blue. I hoped Antonio had gotten home
okay, plus I felt a little guilty that I had not checked on him,
but considering how hammered he was, Alexa probably babysat him for
the entire duration of the night.  

The phone shook again with a
notification.

“
Very good. Do not wear
any underwear to work today. That is not a suggestion.”

I gawked at the message. He was
already issuing commands not even an hour after I had left. I was
getting off on it already. I removed my undergarments leaving only
my scrubs to cover my body, which was once again approaching a
feverish state. What else was he going to order me to
do?

I responded, “Yes, sir. Is there
anything else you want me to do?”

I set the phone in my pocket, making
sure the vibration function was at it’s highest level. I found my
work shoes under the bed, so after putting them on I began
performing my usual routine of making sure everything was squared
away before I left. I made a mental note to buy more cat litter in
the near future before it became a critical issue for everyone
involved.

I jolted as my left hip was nearly
electrocuted by the vibration of my phone. I read the
message.

“
You’ll find out very
soon.”

This was going to be an interesting
day at work.

I made it to work with more than ten
minutes to spare. I suppose I had been overcompensating for my
enjoyment last night, wanting to be certain I wasn’t obviously
recovering from getting ravaged just before coming into work.
Entering the unit, I quickly spotted Antonio, who looked like he
had also been through one hell of a night. His normally bright eyes
were subdued and bloodshot, the end result of an old friend
visiting from out of the country. He was caressing the middle of
his forehead as I strolled up to him rubbing a sympathetic warm
hello on his forearm.

“
Long night,
Antonio?”

“
Mindy, oh my god you
don’t even know the half of it.” He managed a laugh despite his
apparent merciless hangover. “After Ryan took you home, Alexa and I
went to the Shooter's Pub down the street. That girl can put down
her liquor, especially for somebody whose career is to keep her
their voice intact. I tried to go drink for drink with her, but
Jesus,” He shut his eyes and opened them again. “Did you get home
okay?”