Authors: Jan Bowles
He kissed her lips, sealing the promise they’d made between them. He tore the rest of the nightdress from her trembling body, discarding it with a flick of his wrist.
“You look like a million dollars to me, however you’re dressed.” Her naked persona beguiled and bewitched him. She dazzled him with her femininity. Although petite, she had an hourglass figure that curved in all the right places. Her stomach swelled sexily, and he smoothed his thumbs over the delicious, womanly bulge.
She braced her hands on his shoulders as he took a hardened nipple into his mouth and feasted on it. Moans of sexual pleasure began to drift from her lips when he moved a hand to her pussy.
“Oh, Trent.”
He teased his fingers into her wet folds, feeling the sensitive nub swell and blossom with his touch. As he showered kisses to her neck, he drank in her sweet scent. Mia was like a drug. The more she surrendered to his will, the more it turned him on.
After shifting forward, he eased his hard prick from his jogging pants. With one hand guiding his erection, he positioned her over him, giving her a taste of his desire but not allowing her any penetration.
She whimpered her need, making him want her even more. “Trent,” she gasped.
“Not yet, little Mia.” He licked her nipples, and she squirmed in frustration. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her arousal heightened. Any minute now and she would start drawing blood. Using a strict voice, he commanded, “Clasp your hands together behind your back.” Without hesitation, she followed his instructions. Immediately her breasts jutted forward, and he drew a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing and biting until she gasped with pleasure. He spoke against her breast. “If you move your hands, you will be severely punished, Mia. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.
In total control, he slowly slid inside her, reveling in the tightness of her body as she contracted around him. Holding one hand around her waist and the other on her butt, he began pumping his hard shaft inside her. Slowly at first. Each stroke gaining a gasp of appreciation from her lips. When their gaze connected, he lost all concept of time. All that remained was an overwhelming desire to possess this woman completely and utterly.
Her lips parted, and she called out his name, “Trent.” Her whole body arched, and his name spilled from her lips again. “Trent.”
He knew she was close, and he commanded, “Lean back. I’ve got you. You won’t fall.” With complete trust, she did as he demanded, leaning back so he could see every delicious curve of her body spread out before him. The perfect breasts, so full and defined, rising and falling with her increased breathing. The womanly swell of her stomach now glowing pink from her imminent climax. He watched his cock, glistening with her feminine arousal, plunge deep between her legs. Over and over he thrust repeatedly inside her until her whole body writhed in ecstasy.
He savored her climax, each delicious moan that tore from her lips, every ripple and spasm that contracted inside her. Her whole torso radiated heat as her stomach undulated with intense sexual pleasure. It was a joy to watch. This woman had simply turned his world upside down.
“Mia, you are truly beautiful,” Trent whispered as he continued more urgently. She was so tight now. Every thrust, every lunge brought its own sweet torture. Her moans spurred him on, and when she climaxed again, he felt a pressure surge up his shaft and explode into intense pleasure. “Oh, Mia, I will never get my fill of you. I adore you.” As his breathing returned to normal, he pulled her into his embrace, and she lay cradled against him on the bed. Their sweat-soaked bodies now in perfect harmony.
* * * *
The next morning, Mia had breakfast on the balcony with Trent. The view of Manhattan was simply breathtaking. With a warm breeze blowing through her hair, she felt so alive and full of vitality. She just couldn’t believe how the last two days had changed her life. From a rundown studio apartment, she was now living the high life, quite literally.
She smiled at Trent over the rim of her glass as she drank the remains of her orange juice. He smiled back, that wonderful, sexy Trent smile, which let her know everything was good with the world.
Mia felt herself blush profusely. Trent had made love to her with an intensity that both shocked and satisfied her. To actually give complete control to a man in that way had never happened to her before. Trent was different in so many respects. She had complete faith and trust in him. In just the short time she’d known him, she knew he would never hurt her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, smiling at her as he buttered the last of his toast.
“I feel wonderful, Trent.”
“Good.” He squeezed her hand. “I’ve some contacts around the city. I’m sure I can find someone to help you achieve your dream of owning your own art gallery.”
Stunned, Mia watched him take a bite of his toast.
Trent chuckled as he returned her gaze. “I’m sorry if I’ve surprised you.” He pointed to her face. “You can close your mouth if you want to.”
Mia quickly clamped her mouth shut. “I’m sorry, I guess you just shocked me a little.”
Trent smiled. “I hope in a good way?”
“Oh, definitely in a good way. Do you mean that, Trent? It would be beyond my wildest dreams if I could accomplish something so wonderful.”
“It might take a while, but I think you’ll get there in the end.”
Mia’s heart soared with newfound hope and ambition. Trent seemed so self-assured and confident of his abilities. If he said it could be done, then she had to believe him. Maybe, with his help, she might just achieve the impossible.
“However long it took, it wouldn’t matter, but you’ve done more than enough already.”
“I want to help you, Mia.”
“Why? Surely, there are hundreds of more deserving people in the world?”
“You have a zest for life, that I find intoxicating. You just need a helping hand, so you can spread your wings, and soar to the very limits of your potential.” He dabbed a napkin to his mouth.
Mia stood and kissed his lips. “Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
Trent held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her tight against his body. He rested his head against her stomach and breathed in. “There’s just one problem.”
“Oh, what is it?” she asked stroking her hand into his hair.
Trent smiled at her. “Filling the gallery with enough works of art.”
It was Mia’s turn to laugh. “That’s the easy part. I’ve already made a list of the up and coming artists of the future.”
“That’s a list I’d like to see. I feel sure they’ll all be good investments. We’ll talk about it some more when I’ve made the necessary calls. Now, Mia, I’ve just got to check the markets, so I’ll be in my study for the next couple of hours.”
“Is there anything I can do?
“No, just relax.”
“Surely there must be something I can help you with?”
He thought for a moment. “Very well.” He reached into his trouser pocket and produced a key. He handed it to her. “Could you collect my mail from the foyer downstairs? It’s box number twenty-two. It should be here by now.”
“Okay.”
She began to walk toward his private elevator, and he called after her. “Mia.”
“Yes?”
“No disappearing acts, okay?”
She shook her head, aware that she must have hurt him deeply that day. “Never again. I promise.”
The talk of actually achieving her ambition of owning her own art gallery had lifted her spirits. Trent had been so kind to her. Much more than she felt she deserved. She could never walk out on him again.
Once in the elevator, Mia stared at her reflection in the mirror. She pulled at her blouse, trying to smarten herself up. What did Trent see in her anyway? After undoing the top button and plumping up her breasts, she posed first to the right and then to the left to see if she looked any better. In her own eyes, she had no sex appeal whatsoever. She combed her fingers through her blonde hair and then pinched her cheeks to add a little color to her pale Scandinavian complexion. She shook her head and spoke out loud, “Mia Johansson, you really do look like a grungy student.”
Trent’s mailbox held a half dozen or so letters along with a copy of
The Wall Street Journal
. She retrieved them from the box and headed back up to his apartment. When she heard a soft thud on the floor, she realized some of the letters had slipped from her grasp. She stooped down to pick them up, noticing the postmark on one of them came from West Virginia. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she seemed to remember Trent mentioning he came from the South. Did he say he was from Virginia?
When she returned to the apartment, she sought Trent out in his study and handed the mail to him. “Thank you.” He sifted through the letters, discarded some unopened directly into the trashcan, and then proceeded to open the rest. Mia noticed the letter postmarked West Virginia had been thrown away. Had a member of his family sent it? If they had, why hadn’t Trent read it? She stared at him. He seemed totally engrossed in his work as though nothing unusual had happened. Three large flat screens, showing several different columns, filled with numbers, spanned the whole of one wall. Another screen on his desk had graphs with red and blue markings.
As she turned to leave, he held out his arm. “Come here a minute.” She walked over to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close so she rested on his knee. He stroked a hand into her hair and stared directly at her. “We’ll go out this afternoon and buy you some new clothes. You’re a beautiful woman whatever you wear, Mia, but I think it will boost your confidence if we enhance that beauty with fine designer garments. We can’t have you looking like a grungy student forever.”
Mia gasped, her jaw dropping open in astonishment.
Grungy student?
Those were the exact words she’d used in the elevator. “Trent, how did you—”
“I forgot to mention that I have CCTV in the elevator. So anything you say or do is recorded.”
“So you saw me looking at myself in the mirror?”
He smiled. “And very nice it was, too.”
Mia held a hand to her face as she blushed. “How embarrassing. I’m glad you told me.” She raised an eyebrow. “There’s more of the damn things, isn’t there?”
“Yes, I couldn’t get insurance for my art collection without them.”
“Trent, where else do you have cameras installed?”
“In the living area and the hallway.”
“What about the bedroom?” Mia thought of last night and how they’d made love together on his enormous bed. She had given herself entirely to him for hours on end.
He kissed her lips. “The bedroom is my inner sanctum. There are no cameras installed in there.” He touched her nose playfully. “So you needn’t worry. I value my privacy, too.”
Mia breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad. Some things should remain private.
“And they will. I’ll show you how to work the CCTV system this afternoon. It’s quite simple.” He kissed her lips. “Now I need to spend a little time here, and then we can go shopping later.”
“Seriously, Trent, I can’t accept anymore from you. You’ve been so generous to me.” She was already indebted to him. It just wouldn’t do to take advantage of his giving nature.
“Mia, I insist. It would make me very happy.”
He certainly looked genuine. Wanting to keep some control over her life, she replied, “Then I insist on paying you back.”
“We’ll see.”
* * * *
Trent put his arm around Mia’s shoulder as he escorted her into the fashion boutique. A woman with impeccable dress sense greeted them with a painted-on smile.