Deceived - Part 1 New York (10 page)

After the lavish meal, we
drove to his Manhattan penthouse apartment, Patrick playing soft
smooth music in the Jag and me floating on cloud nine, my head
filled with a soft hum of knowing exactly where I wanted to be in
my life. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, we
arrived at his place and I was like Cinderella at the ball. The
opulence of the building left me gaping. Soon after parking and
going through a series of security passes, I stepped over the
threshold into his apartment and couldn’t help but take a step
back, gasping as my eyes scanned the open white space like a radar
detector.

“
Oh Patrick. This is
magnificent.”

I couldn’t help but feel
like a little kid in a candy store my neck craning side to side
like watching a tennis match, as I took in every detail of the
modern clean living space. The floors were light Beech wood, and
everything else, the walls, ceiling and lamp shades was snow. Snow
with one exception, the outside wall of the building was glass, top
to bottom, with nothing but beams of brushed stainless steel where
absolutely necessary for support of the building, beautifully
framing the Manhattan skyline.

Patrick’s taste is
furniture was exquisite, modern, sleek, and minimalistic with
bright accents of red used sparingly. The living room had a
large white leather sectional couch with a graceful curve at one
end and smooth round edges. Who knew there could be so many shades
of white? It was marshmallow on snow. The lights of the city
flickered and blinked through the massive window wall. If the
windows could be something in nature, they would be crystal. I
dubbed this room as marshmallow and crystal on snow.

Patrick took my coat and
laid it over a chair.

“
Welcome to my humble
home,” he said graciously as he walked to touch a rocker wall
switch. A white sphere of a lamp shade that hung down from the
ceiling lit brightly then dimmed to an ethereal glow as he slid the
gradient switch. Once the lighting in the room was to his liking he
motioned for me to sit

“
Please Chloe, have a seat.
I will be back in a minute,” he said touching his lips to my
forehead and dashed into the other room removing his suit jacket as
he walked.

With great delight I chose
to park my behind on the luxurious white couch. It felt smooth as
kid leather. I couldn’t help but rub my hands over the surface as I
sat waiting for him to return, petting it like a kitten. I was
feeling warm and fuzzy inside, little waves of anticipation forming
in my nervous system, a pleasant shudder going through my body. I
leaned back, stretching my legs out a little when a provocative
thought popped into my head. A little smile spread over my lips and
I closed my eyes, as I pondered the idea of having marshmallow sex
on this beautiful couch. It was a little unnerving when Patrick
popped back into the room at the apex of my thoughts.
I swear, he’s freakin-psychic!

“
Is everything okay,
Chloe?” His eyes were warm and sea-watery blue as he gazed down at
me on his couch.

“
I love this place Patrick.
A girl could get used to this,” I teased as he sat down beside me
on the couch his lips brushing my temple.

“
You are sweet.“ He nuzzled
my hair with his nose leaning in to inhale my scent, his breath
ruffling whips of my hair.

He nipped at my ear and
stroked my locks with his hand. I rolled my head into and out of
his nuzzle in an obliging fashion, feeling the familiar warmth of
my blood smoldering within my veins.

“
Come on. Let me show you
around,” he murmured.

Standing up he took my
hands to help me to my feet, then lead me down an appropriately
white, long curved hallway, to his white-infused master bedroom. As
I approached his chambers I heard the mesmerizing rise and fall of
instrumental music.

Upon entering the room I
was transported by the color scheme; white and
its soul mate, without question, black. My eyes drifted for a
moment to the walls, decorated with stylish black-and-white photos
of Paris, but the ambient glow of a fireplace, soon drew my
attention.

Oh baby.
The image of Patrick in front of a fire, with the
glimmer of the fireplace lights bouncing off his bare chest, tooled
up my already fevered blood temperature another hundred
degrees.

“
Patrick, you never cease
to amaze me,” I asserted as I spied two wine glasses sitting on a
chic art deco coffee table in front of the lapping flames of the
fire.

“
I want to pamper you
Baby,“ he said as he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand
down to my chin. Slowly he placed his lips on mine in one salacious
preview kiss, pregnant with the promise of more. My heartbeat
accelerated and my breath was escaping in small pants. He paused a
moment and I could see the desire burning in his eyes.

“
Do you even know how much
you tempt me every day with your seductive eyes?” he said in a low
sexy voice and gave me directions with a nod towards the couch.
With my feet barely touching the floor, I glided over to the small
sofa in front of the coffee table and fell into the seat like a cog
in a wheel. I took off my boots and got comfortable in front of the
fire shadows, dancing on the white walls behind me. Patrick scooped
up a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the wet bar and joined me in my
reclining seated position, kicking off his shoes before he sat
down. He poured some wine and placed the bottle in a chrome wine
bucket.

In the past week I had
pictured myself straddling him on a desk, fantasized about him to
the tune of my own touch in a restroom stall, witnessed his release
at my apartment, painted an erotic scene with him at an art gallery
and now, the transcendental atmosphere of Patrick’s bedroom was
replete with copious memories of a lifetime. He poured us each a
glass of white wine and leaned in, his glass poised in midair,
waiting for my glass to mate with his for a
“cheers-clink”.

“
Here’s to tonight. Cheers,
Baby.” Our glasses kissed and we sipped. The wine slid down my
throat with ease, like hard butter on a hot knife warming me from
head to toe. I flushed. I moistened my lips and looked up from
under my lashes gazing into Patrick’s eyes. He was so good looking
it took my breath away. It should be illegal to be that handsome
and unattached. I twitched in my seat, pressing my legs together,
feeling like my wetness was rubbing off on the rich leather of his
love seat.

“
To us” I said, “And
whatever tomorrow may bring.”

A precursory smile spread
across my face, as the effects of the wine shifted me into low
gear. The rush of the alcohol into my blood washed over me like a
languid wave. I began to feel lightheaded and carefree, losing all
inhibitions but the salacious mood of the evening threatened to
loosen my lips. I was afraid I would pour out all the things I
wanted to say to Patrick. I wanted to tell him how completely he
affected me that he drove
me
crazy too. And if I wasn’t careful I would let
him drive me, like his Jag, anywhere he wanted to go. He had an
enigmatic power over me that spurred my inner voice to caution. But
I wasn’t listening to that voice tonight I wanted to be with him
without limits.

We drank a while on the
couch in front of the fireplace and then in an amazingly hot move,
he pushed the table aside and pulled me down onto the rug in front
of the fireplace, placating me with fiery kisses all the way to the
floor. He laid me down like a present on Christmas morning and
slowly began to un-wrap me.

Lying on the rug to my side
he draped his fit upper body over mine; kissing my neck, while
working the top button loose. As he worked his way down, he laid
open the fabric exposing my bra and heaving breasts, giving equal
attention with his lips to each creamy white crest. His hand
smoothed and swirled over my breasts, pushing and squeezing,
tugging at my bra, aching for the touch of my flesh. I closed my
eyes to accelerate the intensity of my other senses to his
caresses. The touch of his hands, the fire of his kisses, blurred
all of my senses into one sizzling concoction of
surrender.

Deliciously delightful
sensations raced through my body a hundred miles per hour,
careening down to my inner thighs and sex, lighting it up like a
Christmas tree. In the blink of an eye he shifted positions, moving
to sit back on his heels at my feet so he could peel my skirt off,
panties and all, wriggling it over my hips and down my thighs. I
sat up shrugging my blouse off my shoulders and he threw off his
metallic grey shirt with the flair of a magician’s cape. The highly
sculptured surface of his chest was further defined in the glow of
the fire. My movements betrayed me and I licked my lips panting
with desire.

I ran my hands up his
thighs as he stood before me, his diamond cutter bulging within his
pants. Kneeling down in front of me he took my face in both hands,
running his fingers up through my hair, and directing the full
brunt of his passion at me, he ravaged my mouth with his
supercharged tongue, kisses spilling over me like fine wine. His
desire for me was insatiable. He couldn’t stop touching me and I
didn’t want him to stop, as my lust was equally matched to his
desire.

He moaned and bristled with
need.

“
Let me fuck you from
behind Baby,” he growled and turning me around he steered me to a
new position, pulling my knees up under me. I heard the familiar
zing of his zipper and I knew he was out of his clothes like a
pedal to the metal.

Both hands slid up over my
butt cheeks to my lower back and all the way up to my shoulders,
pushing my hair to the side, then back down again to my ass.
Swirling one hand over the roundness of my cheek he sucked in a
breath between clenched teeth, hissing with approval. He used one
hand to spread me apart while palpating the viscosity of my wetness
with agile fingers of the other.

“
Oh Baby. All wet and ready
for me,” he breathed in a low husky voice.

He fondled my slit and
tweaked my clit, thrusting two fingers inside of me in a precursory
gesture. I arched and moaned, voraciously wanting more, his tactile
swirling and rubbing, coaxing me into a pyretic frenzy of desire.
Skillfully he orchestrated my orgasm tenaciously crafting my rise
towards ecstasy when, the next thing I knew, he had me, all four on
the floor, mounting me from the rear, sliding his cock down into
me. The long slow slide in, sent a responsive moan to my lips. Each
stroke stretched me, the friction signaling a cavalcade of new
erotic sensation to my brain. Holding the curves of my hips, he
stroked me from behind, smoothing the cheeks of my elevated ass
with the palms of his hands, alternating gripping my hips for the
up thrust and shifting too low for the down stroke. His body bent
over mine, staccato breaths powdering my back, he growled like an
unleashed beast.

Like a piston in a crank
shaft, he pumped me hard. I could feel the muscular tone of his
thighs, slamming up against the back of my upper legs, vibratory
jolts cascading throughout my entire body domino style. His steady
pumping picked up speed, ramping me up and just when I felt like I
would spin out of control, he reached around and in one touch of my
clit, pressed my magic button, holding it firmly in place.
Controlling my revolutions per minute, he let me idle, stalling me,
in a deliberate orchestration of my release. He pulled out and
rolled me over onto my back.

Panting and wanting I laid
there wondering why the hell he had stopped. Gracefully and
athletically he carried me over and gently laid me on the bed. He
climbed on board, and spread my legs open with his knee as he
positioned himself kneeling over me, his raging erection beckoning
for me to suck it. I reached out with one hand and stroked its
magnificent length, running my hands down around his balls,
squeezing and pushing them up a little. He moaned and looked down
at me, fire blazing in his eyes, his one hand fondling my moistness
and the other assisting me with my piston-like movements on his
cock.

“
Not so fast Baby. Let’s
take our time to enjoy this.”

“
Mm-m-m,
I am,” I purred. I had never had a man control my pleasure like
this before. The building up and waiting and building up again was
intoxicating. Most of the guys I had known, where the “Wham bang
thank you ma'am” type, interested in their pleasure, not
mine.
This was pure
heaven!

He leaned over to the
nightstand next to the bed and picked up a small bottle. Straddling
one of my legs he poured some oil from the bottle into his hands.
The aroma of the oil filled the air as he smoothed and swirled the
oil across my breast, stopping to pinch up each nipple as his hand
passed it. He massaged my breasts and stomach making curvilinear
lines as his hand worked its way down my stomach to my abdomen,
pausing frequently to give little kisses to my breasts and belly.
The combination of warmth and fragrance was hypnotic. The
progression was a familiar one, breasts, stomach abdomen and ..
and.... I shivered in expectation.

Oh please, touch
it!
The tension inside my body began
winding up like a tightly sprung coil, as the anticipation of
feeling his hand on my clit started my engine again. And in an
effort to rev me up even more, he slid his hand past my hot spot,
onto my inner thighs, oiling and lubricating each one in turn. My
entire body tingled with excitement. I couldn’t hold still. I
wiggled my hips and stiffened my legs. He grabbed both my wrists at
once and pushed my arms up over my head.