DrillingDownDeep (13 page)

In this…well, in this there were damn few words to describe
how she looked. And he didn’t want to use words to show his appreciation
anyway. To keep himself from attacking her right off, though, he did. “It’s ah,
very…hot.”

“You think so?”

Now that was a stupid question if he’d ever heard one.

He took a deep breath, reaching for the calmness he had
always exuded in sexual situations.

Where the fuck was that?

Missing in action at the sight of Vanessa Donald in a
transparent red baby-doll nightgown, her tits spilling out of cups just there
to torment a man, her long legs in sheer black stockings held up by red garters
and—he looked closer—yep, crotchless panties. He could see a tuft of blonde
pubic hair. The red spiked heels were the final touch.

She twirled and then smiled, curls spilling over big green
eyes that she batted out of the way. Her lips shone with bright-red lipstick to
match her negligee.

He wondered if tackling her in the foyer and giving it to her
against the hardwood floor would be considered bad manners.

She came closer and cupped his sudden erection.

“I guess that’s a yes.”

“What is this?” he asked softly, a finger going under one
strap to rub lightly against her shoulder.

“It’s my mistress uniform. I went to Adam and Eve’s Lustful
Lingerie to get it. I got a few other odds and ends too. Do you want to see
them?”

“Is this a joke?”

She squeezed him. “Is this?”

He sucked in a breath.

“This is about sex, Michael. So let’s make it about sex.”

She took his hand and led him to the bedroom, giving him his
first glance of the back of the outfit, which mostly consisted of a red string
up her luscious ass.

When she got him to the bed, he leaned down to kiss her and
she playfully held him off. “First we need to undress you.”

She pushed his suit jacket off his arms as they stood by the
bed and then went to work on his tie, slipping it off a moment later. Her
unbuttoning of his shirt was slow and seductive.

“How am I doing?” she whispered.

“Extremely well,” he said softly. Her fingers on his bare
skin as she shoved the shirt off his shoulders shot sparks straight to his
cock. Which by the way didn’t exactly need any encouragement. The sight of her
in her mistress outfit was quite enough.

He wanted to push her back on the bed and climb between her
legs and shove his stiff cock inside her. No foreplay. No finesse. Nothing but
raw want as he pulled the skimpy red cups down to release her tits. For a
second he could see them jiggling as he slammed into her again and again. He
could almost feel the heels of those red shoes against his ass. He’d thrust
harder, in and out, grabbing her wrists and holding them up and next to her
head, the blonde curls swirling all around her face.

“You look so intense,” she chided. “What are you thinking
about?”

“Guess,” he said sardonically and she laughed, low and
silky.

He allowed her to push him back onto the bed, his hard-on
tenting his pants as she pulled his socks and shoes off like some damn geisha
girl.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the full treatment here, but
what do you say to taking the edge off first?”

She crawled between his legs, on her knees, and ran her
hands up his bare chest.

“You fucked me
twice
just a couple of hours ago,
Michael. That didn’t take the edge off?”

“Not when you greet me like that.”

She straddled him, which in the crotchless panties would
have been damn convenient if she had unzipped him first. Her hands went to his
belt. “I see I’m going to have to work for my money.”

“Does that bother you?”

She brought his hand to her wet pussy. “What do
you
think?”

He slipped his fingers inside her snatch and she hummed for
a minute, her eyes drifting closed, but then wiggled away, unzipping his pants
carefully and pulling them and his briefs down and off.

He came up on his elbows to watch her strip him, which was
quite a sight in itself, her breasts overflowing from those see-through red
cups. “I don’t get off only on being serviced, Vanny. Although that’s quite
nice,” he added as she climbed back up his now-naked body to straddle him,
sitting at the base of his thighs, his cock jerking toward her stomach. He
brought his hands to her ass, fondling. “What I mean is I get off on a woman’s
pleasure too.”

“And it’s all about getting you off, isn’t it?”

She said it in the same silky, seductive tone, but for some
reason he frowned. When she took his hands and placed them on her breasts,
though, his mind blanked and the feel of her wiped the frown right off his
face. He rubbed his thumbs against her stiff nipples through the thin lace,
causing her to undulate on his lap a little, her wet slit rubbing against the
underside of his erect cock.

He managed to stifle a groan. “Put me in you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to be ordering me around all
the time.”

He smiled. “How about I say please?”

“So greedy.” But she was coming up on her knees and as he
shoved the red lace bra cups aside to expose her breasts, she hovered above
him, not quite putting him in. “Oops. I forgot the condom. Where do you put
them?” she asked innocently.

She started to climb off him and with a curse he yanked her
back and rolled over on top of her. “You little tease. Let’s give you a taste
of your own medicine.” He kneed her legs apart and slid down, kissing her soft
inner thighs and then positioning the most important part of the crotchless
panties right at his mouth.

She didn’t stifle her groan. He heard it as he kissed the
plump bud of her clit, playing with it with his tongue, sucking it lightly,
just enough to tease as he’d promised but not enough to get her off. She tasted
wonderful, so spicy and womanly, that he could’ve eaten her sweet pussy all
night as he grasped her ass and held her there for him. She groaned louder,
both her hands grabbing his hair and tugging, trying to bring him closer. But
he held back, making sure he kept her just at the edge, not letting her go
over.

Of course for his part, he was pretty much fucking the
mattress he was so hot to be inside her. Grinding his hard cock against the
sheets, he stabbed his tongue into her pussy until he felt as if he could
almost come at the mimicking of what his cock wanted to do.

He pulled away quickly and she pushed him to his back,
rolling over on top of him, spreading her legs wide.

His hands went to her ass. “Christ.”

She lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing cock, closing
her eyes and flinging her head back, as if savoring the sensation of him
embedded deeply within her.

“God, you’re so wet and hot,” he murmured as she moved her
tight little pussy up and down his cock so sweetly he almost closed his eyes
with the pleasure of it as well.

Almost.

But he kept them open. He wanted to see her. She put her
palms on his chest and then opened her eyes herself as he gently swept the
blonde strands to the side and looked into the deep green of them.

She moved with him, on him, and he leaned up to tongue one
hard pink nipple. He gripped her ass, wrapping the red string around his finger
and tugging, playing with the crack between the plump cheeks until she squirmed
into him and he raised his head from her breast and nipped her neck.

“You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you?” she
murmured.

An open question as to
who
was trying to drive
whom
insane.

She took slow steady strokes as she rode him, her breasts
dangling in front of him, her cushy ass still in his hands, and it was almost
enough to drive him over the edge. When she slipped one small hand underneath
him to squeeze his ass and cup his balls, he groaned, a tingling at the base of
his spine telling him he was about to come.

Instinctively, he rolled over on top of her again, not
knowing if he was trying to dominate her in some game they were playing and not
caring. He pressed his palms against the inside of her thighs to spread her
out—all the way out for him—and just held her like that for a second, buried
deep inside her. She swiveled her hips, trying to drive him on, and he laughed.
“Now who’s being greedy?” he chided.

Without moving, he could just hold off his orgasm long
enough to take one more taste of her body. He lowered his head to her breast,
lapping at the nipple and playing at it with his teeth. She squirmed and
brought his head harder against her, wanting more. He pulled back to murmur,
“I’m going to have to do a much better job appreciating these beautiful
breasts, but you keep rushing me with this tight little pussy of yours.”

He switched to the other breast, sucking fiercely on that
nipple, and she crooned her approval. The taste of her, not to mention that
self-same tight little pussy gripping him, translated instructions directly to
his cock. He had to thrust—or die—he was sure of it. Once he moved, lunging in
and out of her, he was too excited to stop himself from coming. So he did. He
came, feeling her shudder beneath him as well.

He at least should have pulled out but he didn’t, milking it
to the last, kissing her lips softly. When he finally pulled out, it was way
too late for any contraceptive purposes of course. He flopped onto his back,
trying to slow his breathing.

“This isn’t the best time to ask this, but I don’t suppose
you’re on the Pill, are you?”

“Oh, you mean since you keep jumping me without a condom and
haven’t given me time to get to your doctor what’s-his-name for my shot yet?”

He didn’t even defend himself. “Yeah.”

“Yes. I am.”

“Good,” he said, although he couldn’t suppress a purely
instinctive male territorial annoyance that she had been on the Pill, ready to
have sex, presumably with somebody else.

It was screwed-up logic, but he couldn’t help it. He came up
on his side and watched her, balancing on his elbow. “Always prepared, are
you?”

“For some asshole to be in too much of a rush to put a
condom on? Yeah.”

“I didn’t see you stopping me to be responsible about safe
sex.”

“I’m the employee. You’re the employer. Aren’t you the one
who’s supposed to worry about safety in the workplace?”

He felt his jaw tighten at the taunt and tried to let it go,
if for no other reason than letting her know it got to him would probably
ensure she kept doing it. Unfortunately, he failed. “I don’t appreciate you
referring to this as being a job.”

“Why? That’s what it is, isn’t it? The cash you deposited in
my bank account, just like the direct deposit from Transcoastal. Payment for
services rendered and all that. Why should you care?”

“Let’s just say it takes some of the fun out of it, from my
perspective.”

“I hope you’re not going to make me say ‘I love you’ or some
other crap while I fuck you.”

He laid his arm along her warm flat abdomen underneath the
red lace. “No,” he teased. “But I know you’ll be thinking it every second.”

“In your dreams!” she shot back. “Anyway, about the Pill
thing, for your information, you’re the only person I’ve had sex with since way
before I had had it with you as Shelly, okay? You can believe me or not. I
don’t care. I’ll still see your silly doctor and have your test though. I
should probably be more worried about you than you should about me, Casanova.”

He laughed, unable to help himself, he felt so good. Whether
that was from the great sex or her admission, he didn’t know. “Dr.
what’s-his-name can give you the results of my latest test if you like.” He
dropped a kiss on her nose. “You’re staying here, by the way, with me,” he
said, only realizing as he said it that it kind of assumed she hadn’t been
planning to or he hadn’t been planning for her to, or something. “All my
mistresses do,” he added hastily, completely lying. They stayed most of the
night sometimes, for long bouts of sex, but he generally liked to move them
along before breakfast if he could help it.

“No overtime, eh? Isn’t there too much of a good thing?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll play it by ear and see.”

“Well, I have to go home and get some clothes.”

“I’ll take you out to buy some tomorrow.”

“No thanks. I have to tell my dad where I am anyway. I mean,
that I’ll be away for a few days.”

“You have a cell, don’t you?” Her worried look annoyed him.
“Look, the best sex in any arrangement like this is always at the beginning. I
want to enjoy it if you don’t mind. Hang out together the rest of this week and
then on Monday I need to get to New York.”

“Am I released then?”

“And then you’ll come with me.” He sat up. “Unless I tire of
you before then of course.”

“I’ll work real hard to try to keep you amused, master.”

“You didn’t pick up an
I Dream of Jeannie
costume
while you were getting this sexy red get-up, did you?” He fingered the
underside of her breast that he’d helpfully freed from the sexy red get-up.
“’Cause that would be a turn-on too.”

“Nice to know.” She got up and went to her purse, pulling
out her cell and typing a message on it. When she was done, she threw it back
in her purse. “I told my dad I was staying overnight in the city with a
friend.”

“I’ve graduated from employer to friend. How nice. Is your
father really that dependent on knowing where you are?”

“If I’m not on a rig, he likes to know. He worries. Anyway,
I do need to go there tomorrow. I have to make sure he’s set if I’m going to be
gone a few weeks. And I’ll drive myself. I don’t want to pull up in your
chauffeured monstrosity.”

“Fine. I have a few things to do in the office tomorrow
afternoon. You can go then. For now, come back to bed.”

* * * * *

Vanny handed Mrs. Feldman a check for three months’ wages
and then a second check for groceries. “This new job I have is going to keep me
out of town for the next few weeks. Maybe more. But I’ll get back as soon as I
can.”