Authors: Kelly Clark
''I still don't believe you,'' she said.
*****
'Ryan I'm moving out. I've got an apartment of my own,'' she said one morning.
''Never mind that now. Go home and pack some clothes. We're going on a trip.''
''Where to?''
''Paris.''
''France?'' He looked at
her,
and she knew she'd been dumb. ''What shall I pack?''
''Toothbrush.''
''Ryan. What are we going to do there? If I know, I will be able to pack accordingly.''
''We're going to do a deal on an apartment building. We'll be gone three nights, so take business clothes and clothes you can relax in. Oh, and take an evening dress.''
''But I haven't got one.''
''Jesus Alina. Do I have to mother you?''
''No, you don't.' She stormed out of the office. It was the first time he'd
really
snapped at her. Perhaps he was under
pressure;
maybe a deal was going wrong somewhere. Or maybe he was just tiring of her. Maybe she ought to accept his offer of an apartment.
Actually, she
was driving Ryan nuts. She wouldn't accept his offers nor stay long at his parties, and he wanted her so badly. He'd given it a lot of thought. He'd even considered knocking on her bedroom door and helping himself, but she was very
young,
and he didn't want
to overly upset
her. He'd always gotten women by giving them things, expensive things that they had to feel guilty about taking. And the result had always been the same, until now. He'd decided to see if he could crack her resistance in Paris. After all, if she didn't feel a bit sexy in the French capital she must be frigid, he concluded.
''It's a BBJ,'' Ryan shouted as they walked from the Rolls Royce to his private jet.
''What's a BBJ?'' Alina shouted back.
''Boeing Business Jet.''
''Is it yours?''
''Of course, it is.''
Alina was apprehensive.
She'd had so little time to find a nice dress she was sure she'd look like a sack of potatoes in Paris.
She didn't like flying much, and the thought of
flying
so far made her very nervous.
Inside it wasn't at all like a commercial jet.
It was like a small apartment. There was a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and
a wonderful
sitting area with large leather seats.
''Who flies this thing,'' she asked when they
were strapped
into a seat.
''Father Christmas. Heavens Alina.''
''I'm just really nervous, that's all. Sorry.''
Ryan looked at her and took a more sympathetic approach. ''
When we
get up above the clouds, we'll have a glass of Champagne. That ought to settle your nerves.''
Alina didn't have time to answer. The plane sped down the runway thrusting her back into her seat. She closed her eyes and said goodbye to her parents and wished she'd stayed in New York.
''Here drink this,'' Ryan said
shortly
after the Captain had turned off the seat-belt signs.
Alina took the drink and gulped it down, then held out the glass for more. Ryan laughed and obliged. After two full glasses, she was much calmer, even enjoying the flight.
''You know you're a great PA,'' he said. ''
Really good
.''
''Thanks. You're a great boss.'' She smiled at him. He decided to take a chance. He leaned forward and tried to kiss her. She turned her head away. ''No Ryan. I like you, really like you, but I don't want to mix work and pleasure.''
Maybe she would change her mind after some more Champagne he thought. He offered her another glass, but she refused, aware of what he was doing. They spent the rest of the flight in silence. She fell into a deep
sleep,
and Ryan sat and looked at what he
so badly
wanted but was unable to have.
*****
The Four Seasons George V Hotel in Paris is so luxury-laden only the
worlds
richest people can afford to stay there. But that's where Alina found herself, courtesy of her job with Ryan. It was ridiculous, her bedroom had a chandelier.
The bathroom
was an echoing chamber of marble and
gold,
and she spent an age pampering herself there.
They'd arrived in the middle of the morning. In the luxury limousine which had picked them up from the airport, Alina saw very different architecture than she was used to. The center of Paris took her breath away. The hustle and bustle, Notre Dame and L'Arch de Triomphe and all the Baroque buildings. She instantly fell in love with the place.
Ryan and Alina had agreed to get some sleep and meet up for dinner at seven. The business part of the trip was to begin the following day. At six, Alina was already in her evening gown. She stood and looked at herself.
She
held her stomach in and let it out. She cursed when she saw, what she perceived to be
a huge
belly appear again.
''My God, you look stunning,'' Ryan said.
''So do you,'' she said. He was wearing black tie evening wear.
They sat down to
dinner,
and Alina felt Ryan's eyes on her
throughout the
evening. Her hair was pinned back over her
ears,
and she wore droplet earrings that looked like real diamonds. Around her neck a perfectly good copy of a diamond necklace.
After dinner, Ralph stood up and gave her his arm. They walked to the elevator together and went to the top floor. At her bedroom door, they stopped and looked at each other.
''I want
you,
Alina. I want to come into you room with you.''
''No Ryan. It's not right. I work for you.''
''Yes you do, don't you? In that case here's the deal. I'm changing your job description.''
''How?''
''I'm giving you some extra duties. Compulsory
duties
.''
''Are you talking about the kind of
duties
I think you are?''
''Yes. Now let me into your room, with you.''
''But Ryan.....it's''
He took the key from her hand, opened the door and pulled her inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot and threw his arms around her. He smelled lovely and suddenly Alina
was torn
. She'd tried to be professional, she
really
had. But there was a limit to the level of resistance a woman could maintain. It felt so good to be in his
arms;
his scent made her legs weak. She put her head against his chest and let him stroke her hair, all the way down her back. When his hand reached down to cup a buttock she thrust her head up, her eyes begging him to kiss her. When he did, it was so wonderful. It was highly
unprofessional,
and she had no idea where it would lead, but it felt so good, she couldn't stop.
They kissed passionately, then more gently. Lingering, tasting each other, mapping out the ground for the onslaught they both
knew was
coming.
Slowly but firmly, he unzipped her dress and put his hand on her back. She pushed off his jacket and pulled his tie open. They were in a rush now.
Each
busying themselves with their
own
clothing. When Alina stepped out of her dress he pulled her to him and put his head on her breasts, his hand kneading them through her bra. She heard him breathing in her
scent,
and it drove her wild. Her hands flew to his waistband, eager to find what
was hidden beneath
. She snapped open the buttons and reached inside. What she found made her
sight
with pleasure. He was long, thick and very hard. As she ran her hand up and down him, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Before it hit the
ground,
his mouth was on her nipples, sucking urgently, making them hard and making her squirm. When she felt his hand inside he panties, she rubbed his penis harder. His fingers expertly found what they were looking for and played.
''Put me on the bed and take me'' she whispered, desperate to have him inside her.
He picked her up and waddled, his pants around his ankles, to the bed. He threw her down and watched as her hair fanned out around her face and her breasts wobbled. He pulled off her panties and bent down to her taste her womanhood. When she felt his mouth on her, she cried out and pulled his hair. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
''God you taste so good,'' he said, pulling up to take off his clothes.
''Hurry up I want you back down there.''
She needn't have worried. His mouth searched out her clitoris and began to trace small circles
over
it. The feeling of this man between her legs was indescribable.
There was something so different about it.
She'd had sex twice before with young men she'd liked from college. But this was in another league. He was a mature man who knew
exactly
how to please her, and he was rich and handsome.
Soon she began to gasp for air. His mouth still on her wet folds, his hands massaging her breasts, driving her on to what became a wet, mind blowing orgasm.
Still standing next to the bed, he pulled her to him and opened her legs. She didn't want him to see her belly and turned onto her stomach. When he looked down at the curve of her hips and buttocks and the length of her well defined back, his penis became so hard it began to ache. He spread her legs, put his tip to her opening and pushed himself into her warmth. She shoved her head into the bed and grabbed the sheets.
''God Alina, you're so hot,'' he said, gasping for air as he thrust hard, his thighs banging against her buttocks. ''Do you like it?''
She turned her head to one side. ''I love it. Give it to me harder.''
He took her hair, pulled her head up and thrust as hard as he could. She cried out and shook under him. He felt her getting still wetter as another orgasm shuddered through her. When she came, he let go of her
hair,
and she fell to the bed, letting out a huge moan.
Still inside her, he began to massage her back. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. He wasn't in a
rush;
he was taking the time to please all of her. She sighed as his hands relieved the tensions of the last few days and moaned when he started to thrust again, this time slowly, with long regular strokes.
''My God Ryan, you're so......'' She didn't finish. Her next orgasm took over. His
hands
massaging her back and the feel of him moving inside her was too much. She held
onto
the bed when her whole body convulsed.
He was anxious to see her face now. He pulled out of her and turned her over. Her hands flew to her belly, but he pulled them away and kissed the area she was trying to hide. She
tried
to push him
away
but he didn't move. The kisses continued until she relaxed.
''All of you is
beautiful,
'' he said.
''Buy I hate
my
....'' He put a finger to her
lips,
and she fell silent.
He got
onto
the bed next to her and pushed her legs open. She threw her arms around him when he entered her again. His body felt great on hers. It was hard and muscular, and she loved the feel of the hairs on his thighs. She rubbed her hand over his chin, feeling the coarseness.
As he thrust, they kissed. Their
tongues
thrusting in time to his penis. Soon she felt his shaft
twitching,
and
she
knew he couldn't last much longer. Now she didn't care whether he was her boss or not. He was her
lover,
and his arousal was her's.
''Come inside me,'' she said. ''I want your sperm deep in me.'' Ryan cried out, pushed her arms into the bed and
came
, remaining still until
every drop
left him.
*****
It
was as
most days in LA, beautiful. Only it was much warmer than usual. Alina was dreading the day in front of her. She and Ryan had been lovers for months, but she was beginning to have doubts about where it was all leading. Reluctantly she'd decided that Ryan wasn't the man for her. He wasn't husband material and never would be. Ryan
was married
to his business, and as long as he had a beautiful woman to bang he would be happy.
''Ryan can I talk to you?'' she said as soon as he arrived.
''Sure. For you, anything.'' He was in a great
mood,
and that made her task all the more difficult.