For the Night: Complete Box Set (8 page)

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he sighed and kissed me
tenderly. I smiled on the inside, Logan Steele didn’t know it yet, but seeing
as he was going to be mine, he’d be seeing this beautiful face all the time.
‘Can I get you a drink?’

‘I’m good,’ I smiled.

‘Go nowhere, I’m not done with you yet,’ he
advised as he kissed me again and hopped out of bed. I watched him stride butt
naked out of the master suite with his empty glass of water. I quickly ran to
remove his jacket, he’d knocked the dock when he’d done it, so I crouched down
and made sure it was angled back onto the bed, smiled, hung up his jacket in
the dressing room, then crept back into the bed to await his return.

Logan

I poured myself another
glass of water, noticing that a fresh bottle in another freezing bucket of ice
had been provided and wondered how they knew to replenish stocks,
and
that they wouldn’t be interrupting us by coming in to do it? When I returned to
the bedroom, Camilla had fallen asleep, clients often needed to sleep, not
being used to such intense physical activities, so assuming we were on schedule
with their requirements, I let them. I on the other hand
wasn’t
being
paid to sleep, I needed to stay by their sides so I was the first thing they
saw when they woke up, they needed to feel that they were my priority. The
disadvantage of only spending one night with a client from abroad, was that I
never had time to adjust to a new time zone, I was constantly on UK time, so
even I was feeling the effects of no sleep and some strenuous sexual
activities.

I spent two hours working out in the living room
area of the master bedroom, press ups, squats, crunches, planks, then checked
she was still sleeping soundly before having a quick shower in the other
bedroom, shaving and applying her favourite aftershave. She was still sleeping
when I returned, so I dialled room service to order a large pot of black coffee
to be delivered immediately, then placed a breakfast order to be delivered at
six a.m. I was being collected for my return flight at eight-thirty, so I
requested more coffee and a large egg white omelette with another fruit salad
for myself, and a stack of waffles and maple syrup for Camilla, given she had a
secret sweet tooth. Ian had deduced from his report on her for me, that not
only did she syphon Mr. Domville’s money to fund her spending habits, but she
was also bulimic. How he found out these things was beyond me, Dan swore he was
way beyond a genius IQ and the best hacker he’d ever known. It seemed that
Camilla loved to eat junk food, but when no one else could see, she’d puke it
up after so she wouldn’t put on weight. We’d both brushed our teeth after
eating our late evening meal and when I’d left the bathroom I’d heard her
retching then brushing her teeth again.

I felt kind of sorry for her. She’d never known
her mother, had a number of step-mothers who all seemed interested in her
father just for his money. She was constantly in the media given her affluent
background, obviously found it hard to trust anyone and had resorted to
throwing up to keep a skinny figure. I’d never met one red bloodied male that
preferred a stick figure woman to one with curves and flesh. Camilla needed
professional help to handle her childhood, the fame and all the quirks it had
generated in her psyche, along with this eating disorder. She needed a shrink,
not me. I sighed, wondering if playing out her remaining fantasies was really
going to help her, but I was being paid for sex, not advice. I went to check if
my coffee had arrived and drank two cups, before heading back to the master
suite and pulling the soft white belt off the dressing gown she’d left in a
heap on the floor. I stood at the side of the bed and yanked back the covers
and she reacted with a genuine startled gasp as I woke her, then slowly smiled
as she saw me standing sporting a fresh naked erection and holding the white
belt.

‘Stand up, face the window, hands behind your
back,’ I ordered. I watched her quickly dart up, swing her legs off the bed and
do as she was told. I deftly secured her wrists with the soft belt. ‘Too
tight?’ I whispered in her ear.

‘No, Sir, perfect.’

‘I want you to drop to your knees and suck me to
completion.’

‘Can I swallow you? She asked her eyes wide with
excitement, playing along. She knew she could swallow, it was one of her
stipulations.

‘Some, the rest I want all over this beautiful
face and body,’ I nodded as I ran a finger down her cheek.

‘Will there be enough for all that?’ she frowned.

‘Of course,’ I nodded with a smirk.

‘Yummy!’ she giggled. I chuckled. My balls were
like one of those automatic baseball launching machines, constantly firing out
supplies with force. I was damn lucky doing what I did, given my virility and
copious amounts of come, that I’d never knocked anyone up. I knew she wanted me
at the end of the bed with my legs spread, so that’s where I headed, making
sure my heavy balls dangled over the edge of the mattress. She trotted around
like an eager puppy, sank to her knees in front of me and ran her tongue up my
shaft, which stiffened a little more. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine
Lucy doing it to me, but I could barely picture her face anymore. It was four
years since we’d split up, four years since I’d been fucking women for money.
It was hard to believe, I guess the saying “Time flies when you’re having fun”
was written just for men like me. I flexed my pelvis, pushing in and out of her
mouth as she sucked as hard as she could, barely making it halfway down me
before she started gagging.

Why couldn’t I picture Lucy’s face?
I
wondered as I tried to make myself come faster for Camilla.
Think of someone
sexy, with tits and an arse … like J-Lo or Shakira.
Summer! That girl was
bloody ruining me and I hadn’t even met her. I reached out and weaved my
fingers into Camilla’s hair and gripped her head as I stood up, her chin
automatically lifting up with me, her eyes were wide as I gazed down at her
through hooded lustful ones. I didn’t see her face though, I saw Summer’s.
Those perfect pastel pink lips with the heart shaped Cupid’s bow at the top,
her blue wide eyed gaze as she worshipped my cock and sucked me dry.

‘Damn Camilla, you’re too good,’ I groaned as the
first batch rumbled its way up my shaft, making me arch my back and thrust
right to the back of her throat as she spluttered and swallowed, I yanked
myself back as she gulped and gasped for breath, took my cock in my hand and
slowly stroked myself as I spurted again all over her face and into her hair.
She flicked her tongue out to catch a glob dripping down her cheek, so I aimed
the next batch onto her chin, then her throat and then her breasts, with a
final spew onto her waiting sticking out tongue. I sank back down onto the bed
and flopped backwards as I caught my breath. I was going to have to cancel this
appointment with Summer. Thinking about her while I was with another client was
not
a good sign.
What if I called out the wrong bloody name?

‘Please untie me so I can clean you off my face
with my finger and suck it,’ Camilla begged.

‘Tasty?’ I chuckled as I sat back up and looked at
her eager come stained face.

‘Delish! I’m hungry.’

‘I ordered room service, it will be here in a
while,’ I advised as I leaned forwards and untied her hands and watched her go
to work, offering me a sticky finger to suck. I held her gaze as I did it and
she quivered again. As part of a sex act I had no problem tasting my own, but
I’d read stories of guys that jacked off with the specific purpose of eating
their own,
that
was a definite no in the rule book of Logan Steele. I
smiled as she scrambled up and went to pull on the dressing gown and I looked
up, blowing out a deep breath as I stared directly at the unveiled hidden
camera, which was now pointing right at me. Damn it!

Camilla

Logan had finished eating
by the time I joined him in the dining room of the Signature suite. I padded
in, wrapped in the dressing gown again, squeezing my hair dry with a soft
towel. He was looking divine, casually leaning back on one of the chairs, his
broad hairless chest flexing as he sat there drinking his coffee wearing just a
small white towel around his waist, his solid muscular thighs on display. I bit
my lip as I got a glimpse of his tackle underneath it.
I could definitely
get used to having him around,
I thought. Then I chastised myself for the
slip up. I
will
get used to having him around
.
He got up and held
my chair out for me, flicking my napkin over my lap as he unveiled the biggest
stack of waffles and crispy bacon with a jug of maple syrup. I clapped my hands
as he kissed my temple, then he sat back down next to me with his hand on the
back of my neck, stroking it as I ate. I didn’t ordinarily get to eat stodge
and sugar like this in these quantities without being judged by my friends, I
was going to make the most of it, after all what did it matter if I ate until I
was sick? That was the end result I was aiming for anyway.

‘I like seeing a girl with a healthy appetite,’ he
advised and I stopped mid-forkful and turned to give him an astonished look.
Men knew
nothing
. Did he have any idea what it took to get a body like
mine? He only exercised and ate healthily, I had to do both of those things and
throw up after every meal. I scoffed the rest down, it did make a change not to
have someone raise their eyebrows at the amount I really wanted to eat. I put
my napkin down, sipped some coffee and got up to go to the bathroom, ready for
my ritual, but Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto his lap. ‘Where do
you think you’re going?’

‘To the bathroom.’

‘But I told you that I have plans for you, the
bathroom can wait,’ he whispered in my ear as his hand slid under my dressing
gown and up my bare thigh. I went to protest but he started kissing me and I
waged an internal battle in my head. Vomit or Logan? Vomit or Logan? As I heard
the choice in my head I knew it sounded ridiculous, who would choose vomiting
over this
man
and his sensuous lips? By the time his tongue penetrated
my mouth and his fingers were parting my vulva, my head said “fuck it”
this
is
more important. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him
back hard. I tensed as I heard the door to the main suite opening. ‘What’s that
noise?’ frowned Logan as he pulled his head back.

‘Probably just the maids making the bed while
we’re otherwise occupied,’ I lied.

‘How do they know we’re otherwise occupied?’

‘The entire suite’s fitted with heat signature
cameras so staff can see where the occupants are and ensure they avoid being
seen when refreshing flowers or making beds, etc.’ I smiled.

‘Not visual recording cameras?’

‘No, that would be
highly
illegal,’ I
replied and saw him relax and nod. I kissed him back to distract him. He was
just like all the other men in one respect, mistaking me for a dumb blonde. It
was no coincidence that he’d managed to evade the camera in the lift, cover the
one in the bedroom and angle it away from the bed
and
smash the vase of
orchids holding the third one. Someone had told him and I’d lay bets on it
being Antoine. Being gay my charms had been wasted on him, but how the hell did
he
know where the cameras were to tell Logan in the first place? Only
Blaine and three of his security team would have known that, and Alderton the
accountant who’d ensured the paper trail to Logan’s account was covered so
Daddy wouldn’t discover it.

I trusted Blaine, but not the rest of them, which
is why I’d sent him a text as I got out of the shower while Logan was eating,
to ask him to install another spy cam on the other side of the Jacuzzi. If
Logan managed to somehow thwart my efforts with the original one, I’d have a
backup that he’d have no idea about. I may already have a shot of him getting a
blow job, which would turn me on to re-watch, but would do nothing to tie him
to me. In order to threaten his reputation, I had to pull all of my skills of
deception into play to catch him fucking me on film, where I looked bored and
uninterested and he blew his load too quickly. Blaine could blur my eyes to
disguise me and I could threaten to release that recording, which could be
uploaded to all forms of media sites and would go viral with his name attached
to it. Once word got out that he wasn’t actually a man of steel, that his
stamina was equal to that of a teenage virgin, no one would ever book him
again. From the moment he fucked me in the hot tub, Logan Steele’s fate was
sealed, he’d be beholden to me. Right now though I wanted to come again
desperately, the hot tub was going to have to wait.

I stood up quickly, surprising him and shrugged
off my dressing gown as I parted his thighs and stood between them. He palmed
my hips and ran his tongue up from my pierced belly button to my breastbone,
then veered right and flicked one of my nipples with his tongue. I sighed and
grasped his hair, pulling his head closer until he sucked one, elongating it
before applying pressure with his teeth leaving me whimpering as fire shot
through my breast and surged through my body. He slid one hand down my belly,
slowly moving towards my clit, leaving me panting in exquisite anticipation,
knowing how expertly his fingers were about to bring me to a climax. He curved
his two fingers as he eased them into me, instantly hitting my g-spot as his
thumb swept back and forth over my clit, I started to tremble as he sucked even
harder on my nipple, but when he suddenly thrust one of his other fingers up my
backside I howled and shook violently as my climax hit. I swayed, feeling dazed
as the thought of taking his thick shaft up my rear made me tremble even
harder,
that
was definitely on the agenda for our next meeting, I was
going to call on dominant Logan for that one. ‘You come so easily for me,
Camilla Domville. Tell me, did you come this easily for any of the men you
fucked before me?’

‘No,’ I laughed as I gripped his shoulders to stop
from falling into a messy puddle on the floor.

‘Maybe you haven’t fucked enough to compare?’ he
suggested with a raised brow.

‘Trust me, I’ve fucked plenty. I’m not the pure
innocent that the media thinks I am, I’ve done old, young, ménage, orgies and
lesbians. I know what I’m talking about and you make me come faster and harder
than any of them.’

‘I just don’t understand how your father still
thinks you’re a virgin? I mean you’re … sex on legs Camilla, you exude sex
appeal.’

‘Thank you,’ I giggled and blushed. ‘I have
evidence of most of my encounters to keep them quiet, particularly Daddy’s
staff. They wouldn’t dare let slip what I get up to. I can make them do
whatever I want, I can choose who ever I want, when I want it.’

‘Then I feel very flattered that you rank me as
your best. Relax for a minute while I wash up and we’ll move this out onto the
balcony and make use of that enormous hot tub before I have to leave.’ He
scooped me up and carried me to the lounge, lay me down and kissed my forehead.

‘Hmmm,’ I groaned as I lazily stretched out. I
heard him getting another glass of water from the dining room, then watched him
walk past and disappear. He moved with such power, yet gracefully at the same
time and his upper torso would put our college team swimmers to shame. Kitty,
my best friend, was going to
die
when I told her all about how amazing
he actually was, that all of the tales were true. It was her older sister who’d
had a triste with Logan and Kitty had convinced her to let me have his email.
All her sister had said was ‘Wow, best night of my life.’ I’d love to have
known the finer details, she’d always seemed a bit demure, far more demure than
Kitty who was worse than me for hook-ups. We often had girl girl sessions and I
pondered having her and Logan at the same time, but was I prepared to share
him? I wasn’t sure I was. I was roused from my daydream by Logan striding back
through, his erection lifting that towel up so high I could see his dangling
balls, and gulped. Maybe I could have one orgasm as he fucked me, then fake the
total boredom, I didn’t want to deprive myself of coming when that magnificent
cock was inside me.

‘I need you, now,’ he growled as he snatched me up
from the sofa and threw me over his shoulder as I giggled and squealed.
‘Thinking about your tight little cunt squeezing me got my cock so hard. You’d
better be soaking, Camilla.’

‘Trust me, I am,’ I panted as he headed to the
balcony bi-fold doors and pushed them back. He
definitely
knew there was
a camera, he hovered on the edge trying to work out where it was. ‘Logan
please, I’m so desperate for you,’ I pleaded, feeling pleased that my little
ruse was about to catch him out.

‘Just admiring the spectacular view,’ he replied,
‘nearly as good as when I watched you sleeping.’ O God, he knew all the right
things to say, as well as to do. He stepped out and strode towards the hot tub
and I felt him kissing my ass as he approached it, he was keeping his face away
from the box tree. I gasped as he ripped his towel away, affording me an
amazing view of his ass, before he set me down into the bubbling, steaming
water. The crafty bugger, he’d slung his towel over the tree. Antoine and I
would be having words later. I hoped that the one Blaine had secured in the
rose trellis behind me had been positioned properly and I made sure I stood
with my back to it ready. Logan set a rubber down on the decking and hopped into
the water, grabbed me and kissed me like his life depended on it, his hands
roaming, squeezing, his tongue thrashing. I could feel his need for me
radiating off him, I’d definitely gotten to him, he may think I was just one of
his clients, but I’d lay odds that he was never this desperate for any of them.
He grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the edge of the hot tub, spread my thighs
and kneeled down on one of the seats and applied his tongue to my clit, before
nibbling it as he thrust three fingers up inside me and finger banged me fast.

‘Logan,’ I whined as I leaned back on my palms. He
grabbed an ankle and hoisted it over his shoulder and his tongue circled again
and again. I couldn’t even hold myself up, I just gave into it and flopped
backwards, biting my arm as he brought me to the brink of orgasm then suddenly
stopped, let me calm down, then started all over again. By the fifth time I was
begging him to let me come, no one else was ever going to compare to Logan, no
one else ever needed to. I was going to be Mrs. Logan Steele, the envy of women
worldwide. My scream as I gushed all over his face was Manhattan’s morning wake
up call. I lay limp on the decking as he stood up and looked down on me and
wiped his mouth.

‘Fuck, I need you now Camilla, I’m desperate to
come,’ he groaned as he grasped his pulsating cock in his hand. I nodded, it
was good he’d just made me squirt like that, I was completely drained and
exhausted, that would help me look less than enthused. I could actually quite
happily fall sleep here from sheer sex exhaustion, with my legs dangling in the
water, the hard wood of the deck against my back. I couldn’t even lift my head
to watch as I heard the rubber wrapper tear and a deep sexual grunt leave Logan’s
throat as he cloaked himself. As requested in my brief, in the form of a very
detailed scenario, he flipped me over so my knees were supported by the seat
below the water line, gripped my hips and slammed into me. I bit the inside of
my lip, until it drew blood, to prevent myself from screaming with pleasure and
imagined it was fat sweaty Alderton fucking me, anything to try and detach from
how incredible Logan was actually feeling. Thank God I’d told him that I wanted
him to come fast, before I did, and then have him eat me out and rim me. At
least I’d be able to relax and enjoy it. He didn’t disappoint, which in a way
was disappointing in itself, he came with an animalistic roar and I relaxed all
my muscles as he collapsed on top of me. ‘Shit I’m so sorry, you’re just too
damn good, I’ve never come so fast in my life.’

‘This wasn’t what I expected from you, Logan,’ I
mouthed, making sure the camera caught my lips moving. ‘I was told you had
incredible stamina, I feel so cheated.’

‘Tell me what I can do to make it up to you
Camilla, I feel awful,’ he groaned behind me. I pulled a sulky pout and sighed,
held it for a moment and then smiled, that sixty seconds of recording was as
good as a wedding ring. He’d never work with anyone but me again.
Ever.

‘I want you to lick and fuck my backside with your
tongue, slowly.’

‘You’re an amazing woman Camilla Domville, I’m
going to send you something to let you know just how grateful I am for what
you’ve just done for me.’