European Secrets (Madrid - Vol. One) (2 page)

“
It’s a pleasure to touch you, Annie…” His voice was low, and
his words left him with a subtle sigh. “But I think you want more
today, no?”

She
nodded, too gripped by his suggestion and the glide of his hands to
find words. He responded by slowly peeling off her underwear,
leaving the towel in place. She was more exposed, more vulnerable.
She ached for him, and wanted to raise her hips to him as he moved
under the towel. His hands were firm on her ass and inched down
between the tops of her legs. She widened her legs and felt his
fingers find her. They rotated over her lightly, teasing. As a moan
escaped her lips he slipped his finger inside, and a wave of
pleasure weakened the last of her self-consciousness. He continued
to knead the skin of her thighs, alternating between sweeping over
her skin, and sliding between her legs to enter her. His hands
glided over her back again. “Turn around” he whispered in her ear.
She rolled over, too lost in pleasure to decline. His gaze met hers
as she lay under his hands, and he smiled knowingly. His skin
glowed in the late afternoon sunlight, and the muscles of his
forearms twitched, strong and defined under the grey cotton of his
shirt. He moved over her breasts slowly, enjoying their fullness
under his palms, and pinching her hard nipples. She arched her head
back as it sent another ripple of pleasure through her, increasing
her need for him between her legs. His hand wandered down to the
towel again and slipped under it. She spread a little for him
again, and he began to circle her and tease her, gliding over her
opening but never entering her.

“
Yes…” It left her lips as the fire and rain of pleasure
swirled under his fingers, edging her toward the brink of release.
She was hungry for him; for more of him. She saw the outline of his
hard cock in his pants, just out of her reach. His lips found hers
as he circled her faster, and a stronger, thicker wave of pleasure
rippled through her. Another, and she gripped his waist as she came
under his fingers, pinned to the table from the flow and hold of
climax. As she opened her eyes, she saw him smiling at her, and he
brushed his hand over her hair. She covered her face with her hands
and laughed a little as it dawned on her how much of her reserve
had slipped under his touch. Bad boy. He’d been a very bad boy.
Exactly as she’d wanted. Every moment of it. She was surprised when
he walked toward the door. “Five minutes?” He asked, and she nodded
as her heartbeat slowed. She sat up dizzy, pulled her dress over
her head. She shook her head, still smiling. He hadn’t wanted
anything more. Just offering a special service. She wondered if she
needed to pay him.

“
Nothing. No, Kate wanted to pay me, but I said no.” He looked
at her with timid insistence as he refused payment from her in his
doorway. “But I would like to see you again...maybe for a drink, if
you like? Tomorrow?”

“
I’d
like that,” She replied, still blushing. He kissed her lightly as
she stood on the doormat, and she was tempted to walk back inside,
but released him and walked down the stairs, smiling. She fumbled
for her cell phone.

“
Kate? Damn...that was incredible...
he
was incredible. I want to see him
again. Hey, are you free for coffee? I’m right outside his
office.”

She walked toward a
street cafe, relying on her phone’s GPS to get her there, and she
still felt his touch between her legs. The last of daylight cast
deep gold shadows over the stonework of the old apartment blocks,
and Vespa scooters lined the streets between trees. She settled
into a wicker chair of a cafe on the square, shaded under an
umbrella, and toyed with the menu in her hands.

“
Off
to a good start?” Kate appeared from around the corner, and
sprinted to her as she saw her, clutching her in an embrace as she
reached her. “It’s so good to see you!”

“
You
too! You look amazing!” Doubt whipped her for a moment as she saw a
familiar face. Her puppet master, looking every bit a part of the
DC crowd. What had she just done? It was an interruption and
reminder of the bigger picture, where complexity and obligation cut
the flow of her inspiration.

“
No,
you look amazing...no wonder he had his hands all over you. So you
had sex?”

She laughed and pulled
out a chair for Kate to join her at the table. “No...but I want to
see him again. I need to see this guy naked. See what he’s
like…”

A tall waiter with
black hair and tan skin emerged from the cafe. Another hot,
sculpted man at her service. “What the hell? I’ve never seen so
many gorgeous men in my life before! This city is swarming with
them!”

Kate nodded and looked
at him. “Dos cafés con leche, por favor...” The waiter smiled and
disappeared again, glancing over his shoulder at them before
walking inside. Only tourists drank café con leche in the late
afternoon, apparently.

“
I
can’t get over it either. I arrived yesterday, and I’m still
reeling from it. They’re flirtatious, too. I don’t see how anyone
could be faithful here. Or get anything done. I’d be bent over a
desk all day.” Kate pulled out a pack of Prince lights and watched
her friend as she lit a cigarette. “So what happened?”

“
It
was a massage with a happy ending.” She snickered into the menu and
toyed with her hair. “He wants to see me tomorrow. Where did you
find him, Kate?”

“
He
needs to stay a stranger, Annie, like we agreed. Keep him
anonymous. Don’t find out too much about him. That’s the whole
point. We have dinner tonight with a publisher. Forget him for
now.”

She’d completely
forgotten. It was the last thing she felt like doing. Canoodling
with new people...the dreaded networking. As she made her way back
to her hotel, she replayed her encounter with Pedro, again and
again. By the time she’d reached her door, he’d become a fixture in
her mind, begging to be revisited.

She took her second
shower of the day and washed away the oil that still sat on her
skin, thinking of his hands on her. He’d understood her body as if
she’d belonged to him.

She
named the seduction: the appeal of a stranger discovering and
owning her, only for a moment. It became a mental note; a mantra to
remember as she rinsed shampoo from her hair. The dichotomy was
all-absorbing. She wanted to know him; understand his triggers and
attraction to her, but she couldn’t sabotage her own game. She
stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror,
wondering what he’d thought of her body. If he’d liked the way her
breasts curved above her small waist, and how they’d felt under his
palms.

Or
if he’d wanted something else entirely...she frowned. She couldn’t
read him fully; couldn’t determine how much of it had been the
game, and how much of it had been genuine attraction. She towelled
her hair and let it air dry as she sat on the balcony, making notes
on a notepad and drinking red wine.
Pampered
. That had been the theme
for this encounter, but the more she wrote, the closer she reached
another frontier. In large script, she wrote:
submission
. A dirty word that became
more appealing the more she thought of him. She’d enjoyed the
feeling of being vulnerable and exposed. The side of her she
couldn’t reveal
outside
of the game; didn’t want to reveal.

She raked through her
suitcase, half-heartedly deciding what to wear to dinner. She
needed to forget him for the moment. Focus on tonight: an
introduction to a potential European publisher. As she threw
clothes onto her bed and looked for a dress, her cell phone
buzzed.

“
She
gave him my number?” Annie smiled as she read a text from him, and
felt a mix of pleasure and frustration at how Kate could control
her contact with him.

Have you been thinking
of me, Annie? I hope I can touch you again. Pedro.

She typed three
different replies, without sending any. He’d sent a message that
gave little away, but he wanted to know what he’d done to her. “He
already knows,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head and
trying to formulate a response.

Yes. I haven’t
stopped.

She
hit
send
, biting
her lip. She sat waiting for another text, gulping wine until she
forced herself to finish getting ready to leave. Another look at
her phone. No response.

As she rode in the
back of a cab on her way to Plaza Mayor, she heard her phone buzz
again.

Give
me two words.

He understood the game
better than she did, and she wondered how much instruction he’d
received from Kate. How much was his doing, and how much was
hers.

Dominate me
, she replied, her hands
shaking a little.

As the cab wound its
way through the city, she imagined him standing at the foot of her
bed, where she lay tied to the bedpost by her hands, her legs open.
He would hover over her, enjoying how her body quivered as his
hands brushed her skin. He’d cup her breasts and suck her nipples,
then roam her thighs with his lips. At last he’d thrust into her,
holding her apart as he took what he wanted from her.

The plaza was lit with
rows of lights hanging low over restaurant tables, and young
couples sat kissing under the centered fountain. An accordionist
played, pleading for coins and attention. The apartment lay tucked
in a side street, and as she buzzed the bell and climbed the
stairs, she realized it’s exterior hid it’s opulence. A tall, thin
woman dressed in emerald green opened the door and ushered her into
the hallway. She heard voices from the living room, but the woman
motioned her past the living room, farther down a long corridor.
Confused, she followed her.

“
Kate says you must wait here,” she whispered, in a thick
Madrid-lilt.

She stood in the
middle of a bedroom, by a brass bed. The walls were covered in dark
red wallpaper on one wall, and a large canvas almost covered the
other. Trailing Silk flowers tumbled from ceramic vases, between
rows of antique books on a heavy console table. She began to
fidget, wondering why she’d been led into the room alone. The door
handle turned, and she held her breath. Pedro stood in the doorway,
disarming in a crisp white shirt and loose tie over black dress
pants.

“
Pedro? I thought…”

He smiled and walked
toward her, stopping just inches from her. “Shhh, Annie. It’s the
game.” He swept hair from her shoulder and ran his thumb over her
cheek.

“
Is
this Kate’s doing?” She looked around, confused.

“
Maybe. Thank you for your message.” He kissed her, grabbing
her by her waist and pulling her close.

She felt her cheeks
redden and she felt too hot in the dress she wore. She’d been taken
off guard and felt flustered. His lips were warm and soft, though,
and disentangled her from her objection.

He began to unbutton
her dress. His hands were light, agile, and confident. He let the
fabric slip to the floor.

“
But
someone could come in…”

He put his finger to
her lips. “Shh...not if you’re quiet.”

She stood in her
underwear, wondering what he would do next. He paused and stared at
her with a half-smile on his lips, then kissed her. His hands
gripped her waist, then roamed to her breasts.

“
Do
as I say, Annie, and we can do this again. But don’t say a word.”
He whispered into her ear as he freed her breasts from her bra and
nudged down her underwear.

She wanted to undress
him, but he held her by the wrists and shook his head. Instead, he
loosened his belt and let his hard cock spring from his pants, then
pushed her lightly on her shoulder to motion her down. She sucked
him on her knees, staring at the door. Willing no one to come in.
Laughter drifted from the living room. But no footsteps. His cock
was thick and rigid, and tasting him made her ache for him. He
stood in silence, looking at her below his belt, releasing only
faint sighs as she sucked harder. He tapped her shoulder, and she
released him.

“
Lie
down.” He slipped his tie from his neck and fastened her wrists to
the bed frame. She lay still, still staring at the door. He opened
her legs and held them wide, then kissed his way down her stomach.
She fluttered under his touch. His lips brushed the skin of her
thighs, and then his tongue found her. He flicked and caressed her
until she forgot the unlocked door. She looked down to see his mass
of black hair tousled between her legs, and tensed as climax
gripped her. His mouth moved to her stomach again, then up to her
breasts, where he arced around her nipples and held the soft skin
around them.

He stood up, and
belted his pants, staring at her naked on the bed. She stared back,
confused. He untied her and kissed her wrists where they’d been
tied, and scooped her into his arms to hold her on the bed. “Get
dressed and go back to your hotel,” he whispered, looking into his
pocket.