Stern Desire Love Redeemed (25 page)

What woman does not want to feel like she has the right stuff for her man? That her v-jay is the best he has ever had and is all he will ever need? To see his insatiable passion and need for her reflected in his
eyes? He can never get enough, and consumes her as if she is the source of life. I've felt it. I've seen it. I had it all.

He pinned my shoulder to the desk. Steadily and vigorously, he fucked me until I was sore. I swallowed him up, the exquisite pain. The
urgency to pee returned, but I tried to hold it in. I tightened my pelvis. It was maddening. He entered me deeper, slow, steady, and forceful; a slow, tingling, electric current flowed from my head through me and I came. Jared
positioned me back on his desk, my legs hoisted in the air. My pink flower opened up for him. His tongue sank into the sweet, dainty flesh extracting the nectar of our resulting pleasure.

Holy fuck
! I thought as his tongue entered me over
and over, his mouth devouring me: sucking, licking, and probing me. The warmth returned and he slid two fingers in me, filling the emptiness deep within, and summoning the soreness of my well-fucked v-jay. His tongue licked my still
erect clit, sucking and gently pulling at the firm, aroused organ.

"Oh, baby," I moaned. The ache, tension, tingling in my pelvis were insurmountable.

My toes curled as the electricity flooded through me and I
came again. This had never happened before two times in a row. He lifted me off the desk and carried me through a door that was disguised within the paneling of the wall to his private quarters. A well-decorated apartment consisting of a
bedroom, bathroom, a bar, living room and kitchen. He placed me on my feet in the bathroom, and that was when I realized the enormity of the injuries to my v-jay. It was on fire. Jared saw me winced.

"Kyra, did I hurt you?" A worried tone in his
voice.

"Just a bit sore. Don't worry about it."

I tried to down play my agony knowing it was not intentional and not wanting him to feel guilty, but I didn't think he bought it. Things
like this happened in the heated thrall of passion - the involved organs could get damaged. I could have said something, but since I'd come to realize that my sexual fulfillment was linked with pain, I had been pushing myself to the limit. I knew now not to be too zealous and beg for more while in certain
positions. He loved it when I begged for more and was more than willing to oblige, not knowing the tool he was blessed with could cause some serious damage.

"I'll be waiting outside." He left and closed the
door behind him.

Trying to wash myself in the shower was like pouring salt in a wound. I was in agony. Jared was in the sitting area, a glass in hand, deep in thoughts. I walked over and sat on his lap, trying not to exhibit any signs
of pain as I did so.

"How bad are you hurt, Kyra?"

"Jay, please don't go there. Don't spoil this day," I begged.

"Show me."

"Jay, something happened today that has never happened before. I came twice and you took me there. Please, babes, don't ruin it."

"Go lie on the bed and let me see," he insisted.

Obediently I lay on the bed and spread my legs for him. He gently examined my battered lips.

"Kyra, you are so swollen, red, and bruised. This must be very uncomfortable." The remorse was evident in his voice.

Uncomfortable was putting it mildly. My v-jay felt as if it were ablaze. He stood up and went back to the chair.

"Jared!" I shouted as I got up and straightened my dress. "If you spoil this day for me, so help me God when you get to the
apartment I will be gone...I'm sorry I came...no, I take that back. I'm glad I came here. I had a first-time, unbelievable experience and I'm not going to let your sorry mood spoil it for me."

I picked up my bag. "Goodbye, Jared." I turned toward the door.

"Stop, Kyra," Jared said resigned.

I stopped, smiled to myself, and turned around. It worked.
He came to me and put his arms around me.

"Please let me know in the future if I'm hurting you," he asked.

"I will," I agreed. "Are we good?"

"We're good." He kissed me gently. "Let me
change and walk you out."

"Are you going to shower?"

"No, I want to smell you on me all day."

I smiled. Gross but sexy.

"That was very nice of you to take Nate to school." I followed him into his closet filled with expensive, tailor made suits.

"I think he liked it."

"I'm sure he did. Did you walk him in?"

"I haven't been there in years, and as we pulled up to the school I decided to walk him in and say hello to Mr. Wilkers, the principal."

"Please do not spoil my son. I don't want him to become
like those rich, pampered kids who think they are larger than life, so please do not use your influence and power in any way..."

"Kyra, you have raised a very grounded kid and an
outstanding student. I would not do anything to interfere. I promise."

"Jared, I'm not sure what kind of dangers my son might be in from me being with you. I need to know, is Nate safe?"

"Yes, he is safe, but can I make a suggestion?"

"Sure."

"Can you arrange for him to use the private entrance for drop-off and pick-up?"

I did not even know such a thing existed. For the two years
he'd been going there, we dropped him off at the front of the school, and in the evenings he waited out front with his teacher until a parent or guardian picked him up.

"No long lines, and it's private. A safety precaution
includes your pull-up password being verified for his release and then someone brings him out."

"Jared, I know you think I can't handle it, and I've given you reasons to believe that when we were in New York and I totally
flipped out from those tabloid reports. But I need to know what's going on especially when it comes to my son's safety."

"Babe, Nate is safe. Please stop stressing yourself."

He didn't think I could handle it, and I didn't blame him because I didn't believe I could either.

He changed his suit and I helped him with his tie. "What time will you be home?" I asked.

"I like the sound of that. I like that you and Nate
will be there waiting when I get home." He kissed me and I smelt my feminine juices on his lips.

"Are you ready for the grand tour?" he asked.

"Some other time, babe. I'm tired and need to get some
sleep." The real truth was that I was in so much discomfort, I needed to get back to the apartment and apply an ice pack to my burning v-jay. At the elevator he took me in his arms. "I'll be home by six."

"Thanks for everything."

"Can you be more specific?"

"Thanks for fighting for St. Mary's, for making your home ours, and thank you for getting rid of my withdrawal symptoms."

"It was my pleasure, Ms. Harris. I've been thinking, babes, why don't we work on changing your surname?"

"To what?"

"Mrs. Stern."

"Babe, I'm yours. What's the rush?"

I kissed him. The elevator doors opened. Shai and I entered. The doors closed with Jared standing there looking dejected.

.

I had made an appointment at the salon for a full Brazilian wax. The way I was feeling right now, I couldn't handle any more torture down there. I'd just have to cancel if I wasn't up to it.

It was 11:30 when I made it to bed. I placed the ice cold
soda bottle between my legs and the cold numbing relief was wonderful. The fire was quenched. I woke up later and was momentarily confused as to what the hard, hot thing between my legs was. Then I remembered the soda bottle. My v-jay was
not on fire anymore and the swelling had subsided. I needed to do an inspection. In the bathroom, I placed a leg up on the counter and used Jared's mirror to examine my v-jay to see the damage he had caused.

The swelling had subsided, and was back to its pinkish hue. A slight discomfort was still there and I had that sensation of him being in me. Compared to what my v-jay looked like this morning, this was great improvement. I took some extra strength Motrin to help relieve the pain from
the upcoming waxing.

This was my first time being waxed, and after hearing how smooth it gets from my coworkers, I decided to give it a try. The things a woman will do for her man! The thought of having the hairs pulled out from the
roots from the most sensitive parts of my body was scary. I feared the pain. How much more torture could my v-jay take in one day?

I called Jared as I walked out of the apartment for the
salon. Jess, his executive assistant, answered the phone.

"Jess, it's Kyra." I'm sure she knew it was me when I called because a K adorned with orchids displayed on his phone.

"Hi Kyra, Mr. Stern is in the gym and he does not like
to be disturbed when he is working out."

"I'll call back. Thanks, Jess."

.

"Kyra, darling, how are you?" Mike sashayed over
to me. "You are looking lovely as ever." Mike took me to the private room where Vickie was waiting.

"So, Miss Harris" Vickie said in a very thick Spanish accent.

"Do you want Brazilian wax with the landing strip or
the full?"

"The full, Vickie."

"Okay, Ms. Harris."

As Vickie was about to start, my phone rang. I was in no position to answer. Five minutes later my phone rang again.

"Do you want to get that?" Vickie asked.

"It can wait."

I was waxed and had hair removed in places I did not know hair grew. I was flipped and turned and placed in positions that would probably
have given Jared a coronary. I was flat on my belly, spreading my butt cheeks when my phone rang again. Jared was not giving up. Waxing was painful, but I loved the end result. I was satin smooth.

"Would you like to try vajazzling?"

"Vajazzling? What is that?"

"I'll put Swarovski crystal down there in whatever design that you want."

"Not a bad idea. How about an orchid?"

"I can do that," Vicki said.

My phone started to ring non-stop. It was Jared.

"Hello."

"Kyra, where are you?"

"I'm downstairs at the salon."

"Why did you leave without saying something to somebody?"

"I called you before I left. Jess told me you were in
the gym. Obviously you do not like to be disturbed during workout."

"That won't happen again," he mumbled. "Why did you leave without Shai?"

"I'm sorry, Jared, but I'm not used to being watched,
followed, escorted or guarded. I get up and I go."

"She's at the salon," he said to someone.

"Please don't send anyone down here."

"I'm coming."

"I'll see you when I'm done. Bye, Jared."

"I'm ready, Vickie." I settled back on the table.

"An orchid," she verified.

"Yes." I should have let her put "Control Freak Not Welcome Here."

Fifty minutes later, my pubic area was bejeweled with colorful, sparkly Swarovski crystals.

"You like it?" Vickie asked as I looked at my
pubic area in the mirror.

"I like it." Surprisingly the whole experience was not as embarrassing and uncomfortable as I thought it would be.

I thanked Vickie, tipped her, and left the private room. As
I walked out of the room, I saw that Jared was seated by the door. No matter how upset I was with him, if I wasn't strong I would throw myself into his arms and melt. He stood up when he saw me. He was still dressed in his suit and
looking as hot as ever.

"Kyra, please let someone know when you are going out."

"I called you. Can we talk later?" I said and continued to the reception desk.

"Kyra, they'll bill us."

I removed my Amex card from my wallet and held it out to the girl behind the desk. Her eyes fixed on Jared for approval.

"I'd like to pay my bill," I said to her.

If she wouldn't take my card, I'd pay cash. I put my card back in my wallet and left the cash on the desk.

"See you tomorrow, Mike," I called to Mike, who was doing a client's hair and pretending to be unaware of what was going on at the desk.

"Bye, Ms. Kyra," he called back.

Jared took my hand in his as we exited the salon. I was so angry, I was tempted to snatch my hand away from his, but resisted the urge.
J.C. and Shai followed behind us. An elderly couple attempted to enter the elevator we were in and Shai kindly asked them to wait for the next one. J.C and Shai stood statuesque in front of us. The door closed, and I wondered why
she did that when the elevator was large to enough to fit twelve people comfortably. Then it dawned on me that I'd never seen him ride in an elevator with other passengers.

Jared slipped his arms around my waist, turned and pinned me
to the wall with his body. My phone and wallet fell to the ground with a soft throb. He lifted my chin, his eyes a combination of anger and passion. His lips found mine. I tightened my lips, refusing to let him in, but he was persistent,
punishing me. His body pressed hard into mine, and I continued to squeeze my lips tightly together, refusing his punishing lips on mine. An uncomfortable pressure built in my chest and I realized that I was not breathing. I took a breath of precious air and he captured my lips with his. His tongue slipped
triumphantly into my mouth. The raw aggression of that kiss; it was long, hard, juicy and so salacious. My v-jay pulsated to the rhythm of my heart. I moaned as my legs gave way and he held me up with his strong arms. He smiled
pleasingly, and I was pacified. He licked my lips, upper and lower, slowly, tantalizingly. My moistened, saliva-covered lips parted willingly to allow entrance of his tongue to provocatively chase mine in circles. He caught my
tongue and sucked on it like he would my clit. I forgot how angry I was at him and that J.C. and Shai were just a few feet from us in the elevator, pretending to be unaware of the make-out session taking place behind them. My hands were on his ass, squeezing and pulling him into me. He grew hard against me. I
wanted his magic wand in me, pleasuring me, the remedy to my deep, intense hunger for him. His sensual tongue in my mouth had me in a desire-filled frenzy.