Deceived - Part 1 New York (11 page)

“
No, no, not yet, my pet,”
he crooned in a low voice.

Holding my arms in place
with one hand he kissed my neck, and then sucked my nipples, right
and left and then on his hands and knees reached again for the
night stand.

“
Hold still and close your
pretty little eyes. Just focus on the sensations,” he
murmured.

I willingly obliged his
every command. I felt the warm pressure of the palm of his hand as
it passed over my abdomen, thighs and my bare mound. Filled with
sensual satisfaction, my body thanked him with an involuntary moan
and arch. I felt one hand placed flat on my mound and then the cool
sensation of ice, first on the outer edges of my pussy and then
straight down the center line, moistness rolling down my lady
parts, from the application of the ice to my hot skin, the
combination of hot and cold, arousing whimpered little “ooos” and
“mmmms” as he passed the ice between my folds. On the last pass of
the ice, as it was melting down to practically nothing, he held it
yo my clit, spread me open and put his mouth right on it, ice and
all, sucking both clit and ice into his mouth, continuing the
onslaught of my senses with his tongue. My eyes popped open, I
moaned with delight and rolled my head to the side thrusting my
hips, I offered up my taste for his erotic pleasure.

His tongue flicked and
lapped, swirled and sucked and the spring coiled tighter. My breath
was escaping in pants, the tension was rising, and I could feel my
muscles tighten. All my blood rushed to the the magic spot and with
his fingers inside me and his tongue working its magic, the sky
fell and I was stolen. I came, jetting wetness into his mouth and I
let out a triumphant groan, “
Oh Jesus
muther-fuckin Christ!”

My arms came down from
above my head as I raised up and I gripped his wrist hard, digging
my nails into his skin. Panting, he grabbed at the wetness with his
tongue.

“
You tastes so good, baby,“
he rasped and I fell back completed and spent.

He rose up to his knees
gripping his erection, ready to fill me with his manhood, eyes
ablaze and evidence of his wanton desire oozing from the head of
his penis. The sight of him there hovering over me, hard cock in
hand, escalated my need to feel him inside of me. I thought of him
in my mouth, then I thought of him inside and opted for the later
knowing the deep satisfaction I would feel from him coming in
me.

As I reached out to touch
him, he read my mind and thrust his fullness in my slit guiding it
in like holding a saber. The pleasure sensation of stretching skin
sent white lighting to my brain and I reveled in it. I wanted him
to spill his seed in the deepest part of me, as deep as any human
could ever be with another person, setting the foundation of life’s
most eternal bond. He gasped and groaned with pleasure letting his
body come down on top of mine. I could feel the rock hard muscles
of his bare chest on my skin and his heavy breathing in my ear. I
pulled my legs up, knees to chest position, to give him an even
deeper thrust. Together we kissed, and panted, our bodies writhing
with pleasure as he cranked up his rhythm and went at me full
throttle. I clutched the muscles of the walls of my vagina around
his cock inside of me. With one last forceful thrust into my
depths, he shuddered and I felt his release. Satisfied at last, his
body relaxed and he shifted the mass of his weight to the side to
so I could breath. We laid there, waiting for our breath to slow,
wrapped in the warm afterglow of mind blowing sex.

He pulled me in snuggling
his body next to mine nestling his head in the area between my chin
and shoulder. He inhaled, quenching his thirst for my scent and in
a soft voice said, “You are truly divine, Miss Swanson.
Intoxicating... like a fiery shot of Patron.”

His compliments made me
blush a little and I said, “Well, Patrick, you are pretty amazing
yourself.” I wasn’t about to let him know that he was the first to
ever touch me that way and that I had never allowed myself to feel
such heated passion before.

He lifted a strand of my
brown hair and sifted it through his fingers as if he was thinking
of the right words to say. Traced his finger down my cheek he
lifted his head, giving me a gentle little kiss on the
lips.

“
Well, my dear, I’m every
bit of smitten with you,” he whispered. “Now, if I’m going to treat
you to breakfast, you should get some sleep. You’ve had a long
day... work, an art showing, and now, hours of exhilarating,
orgasmic pleasure...”

“
Mmm Patrick,” I warbled.
“I guess you just bring out the best in me.” Teasing him with a
smile, I playfully delivered a gentle smack on his muscular biceps.
I felt so very connected to him, like I had known him my whole
life, his energy strangely familiar.

“
Sweet dreams Baby,” he
said and wiggled in a little closer.

“
Sweet dreams,” I said and
closed my eyes hoping to extend this otherworldly feeling and
continue my adventures with Patrick in the etheric universe of
dreams.

The next morning, my
olfactory senses woke me with a barrage from the rich aroma of
freshly brewed coffee mingled with crisply fried bacon. Looking
down at the sheet pulled up over my breasts, I remembered the
events of the night before and a pleasant grin spread across my
face. I rolled over and stretched like a cat. Looking around the
room that was flooded by the morning light, I inhaled deeply and
thought,
DAAAMMM! He cooks too!

I jumped up, throwing on
his shirt that was lying near the couch from the night before, as a
makeshift robe. After a quick pit stop in the bathroom, I padded
down the hall to the kitchen to see Patrick making an omelet. He
had obviously gotten up before me and was dressed in low-rise, True
Religion jeans and a tight, black, V-neck-shirt. Two place settings
with coffee mugs were set out on the black granite countertop
island bar.

“
Good morning sleepy head.”
Patrick beamed and came over to give me a little kiss.

“
Good morning” I chimed
in.

“
Did you sleep well?” He
continued talking and pouring coffee.

“
Yes, delightfully well,” I
confirmed and put my head down a little, reminiscing about the
events of the night before.

“
Cream and sugar?” He
asked, more as a confirmation than a question, as he poured me a
cup.

“
How do you
know?”

“
I’ve
seen you take it that way at the office,” he chuckled.
“We
do
work together you know.” he said with a big smile.

I rolled my eyes with a
little “aw shucks” kind of look, but I was impressed that he had
paid attention to such specific details about my wants and
needs.

“
That looks great,” I said
pointing to his omelet pan on the stove, and I took a seat
at a bar stool with the coffee he had prepared for me, just
the way I liked it. With a mock southern accent I said, “Why Mr.
Collins, I do declare. I didn’t know you were a man of so many
skills.” and batted my eyes like a southern Belle. He shook his
head at my bad acting and served us breakfast at the kitchen
island.

We chatted lightly, joking
and poking fun at each other’s regimented work habits, when we were
interrupted by the universal ping of an iPhone text alert. We both
startled a little, craning to hear whose phone gave out the sound.
It was Patricks’ and flicking the screen with his thumb he opened
the text. I took the opportunity to clear the dishes, while he read
the text, and then sat down next to him.

“
Well, there’s a turn of
events,” he said putting his cell phone down on the counter. He sat
with one foot propped up on the rung of the stool and one hand
resting on his thigh.

“
What’s that?” I
inquired.

“
My niece. She’s gonna bail
on me.” He chuckled and shook his head in mock disbelief. “She
can’t make the charity event in the Hampton’s next weekend. You
know, the one I had you buy the dress for.”

“
Oh, really? That’s too
bad. It was such a nice dress,” I offered. “I can’t believe she
wouldn’t want to be with her favorite uncle,” I said as he pulled
me in front of him. Slipping his arms around my waist, I stood eye
level to him.

“
Yea. Imagine that. She
would rather go to London with her mom.” He feigned hurt. “But
seriously, my sister is a journalist and has an assignment in
London so, she’s taking CeCe with her as a birthday gift. Guess
I’ve been kicked to the curb.”

He wiggled me side to side
with his arms around my waist, lights sparkling in his
eyes.

“
Tell you what. Since I no
longer have a date, Chloe, I would love to have the honor of your
beautiful presence with me at the charity event in the
Hamptons.”

My eyes widened and I
swallowed hard.

“
I’d love to!!” I squealed
in a voice sounding like Mickey Mouse. I was practically jumping up
and down.

“
Ahh, what will I wear? I
don’t have that kind of dress, or the money.”

“
Don’t worry, Sweetie. You
already have a dress and one you picked out yourself.”

With a look of discernment
on his face, Patrick jumped up and exited to his bedroom before I
could protest.

“
No really,” I yelled down
the hall to him, “I couldn’t. It wasn’t meant for me...” but my
words fell on deaf ears. I bit my lip with a mixture of angst and
excitement.

In a flash, Patrick came
out holding the black gown I had purchased just a few days ago. The
beauty of the dress still took me aback. I stepped forward to
stroke the fabric between my fingertips and although a part of me
knew I should say no, something inside me was pleading to say
yes.

“
Oh, Patrick. I
can’t....”

“
Of course you can.” He
said definitively. “You know you look smashing in this
dress.

“
But..but..”

“
I’m not taking no for an
answer. It’s a done deal. You're going with me, in this dress and
you’re gonna be a knockout.” He leaned over and gave me a peck on
the forehead and I rolled my eyes like a reluctantly compliant
child.

I looked at the time on
the microwave clock and mentally checked my schedule for the day. I
had promised Carly, my roommate that I would pick her up at the
airport. She was due back after a week’s visit with her parents. I
couldn’t wait to tell her the news. I was going to
the
premier charity
event of the summer, in the Hamptons, with the incredibly handsome
and successful, Patrick Collins. A farm girl from Iowa couldn’t ask
for more.

I had just checked my hair
and makeup for the nth time in the last hour when I heard the
buzzing of my cell phone on the table. Instinctively, I grabbed
it.

Another message from
Patrick:

“
On my way. Be ready in
five.”

I was already packed; in
fact, I had been waiting for almost an hour. It was Saturday past
noon and he was late but that was okay. After all, no one wants to
be the first to show up to a party. I wasn’t sure what to bring and
had packed way too many outfits, but then, I’m like that, I can’t
decide until I’m in the moment, what will strike my
fancy.

Hope my two bags will fit
in the trunk of his Jag.
I ran a hand
through my hair. My mind was already on the road when suddenly, I
heard the now familiar sequence of five distinct knocks on the
door.

“
Coming,” I called out with
excitement. I quickly unhooked the chain and opened the door with a
big swoosh. A huge warm smile greeted me when our eyes met and
Patrick immediately picked me up in a big bear hug, planting a long
hot kiss on my lips.

“
Hey Baby, so sorry I’m
late. I had to go into the office and attend to a couple of issues.
Are you ready?”

“
Yes, I hope you have room
for my stuff in your little sports car,” I said waving my hand
towards my luggage.

“
Wow! You know, we’ll only
be in the Hamptons for the weekend,” he said surprised as he eyed
two large, bright red suitcases.

“
But I can’t decide what to
wear. It might be chilly there and I have to bring matching shoes
for each outfit.” I whined a feeble explanation, desperation
clearly showing on my face.

He gave me a bearing smile
and grabbed the two suitcases.

“
Geez, What did you pack in
these? Bricks??” he mockingly grunted, struggling somewhat to
maneuver the two large suitcases towards the door.

“
No, silly, I had to make
sure to bring enough suntan lotion for your pale butt cheeks,” I
laughed as I slapped his firm behind. “We don’t want them to get
burned.”

He gave me a wink as the
elevator arrived and down we went to his car. Ten minutes later we
were cruising on Freeway 678 towards Route 27, which would take us
all the way to the Hamptons.

“
We should get there in
about two hours,” he said nonchalantly tapping his thumb against
the steering wheel as he drove.