Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale (8 page)

“Yes it is, and you didn
’t even tell me you had plans to see him. I think I should be offended you’d leave me in the dark.”

“Mace, I
’m not leaving you in the dark. He showed up at my office when I got off, gave me a ride home, and I offered to cook dinner,” I said, putting the rest of the food away after I made myself a lunch plate for tomorrow.

“Oh, well that was sweet of him. And even more reason to let me know to stay out later.”

I just rolled my eyes at her implication.

“Don
’t roll your eyes at me. I see it on your face. You will either be taking a cold shower or finally making use of your birthday gift.”

“
Ew, Mace, you are such a perv. And no, it’s not like that.”

“
Whatevs girl, you know I speak the truth.”

Paul was my first and only.
 Macy still thought I was crazy for not exploring my options more.

“It doesn
’t matter. He hasn’t even kissed me, or tried to kiss me. I don’t think he’s as into me as you think.”

“You really need more experience. That is his way of getting you to want him more.
 And from the looks of it, it’s working like a charm. Just wait, when the moment comes and he does kiss you, it’s gonna knock your panties off.”

Chapter 7

“Ginger!” Malcom exclaimed when Macy and I walked into her parents
’ house. He gave me a tight hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Macy was the youngest and only girl of the Frankel clan. Malcolm was the one closet in age to us, being only two years older. Her other two brothers, Michael and Martin, were in their mid-thirties. It was a running joke in the family that all the kids ended up with M names. I told her it was a sign that the good doctor might be
‘the one’ since his name also started with ‘M.’ This was the first time she’d ever done that, stating before that she wanted to avoid the corniness of the double letters. 

“Hello to you too, brother,” Macy said, glaring at him with her arms crossed.

“Hello, Macy. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about my favorite baby sister,” he commented, walking over to hug and kiss her in the same manner.

“I
’m your only baby sister, you jerk,” she replied, giving him a playful shove.

“And that
’s why I greet my Ginger first. She never calls me names.”

Macy stuck her tongue out at him, and Malcolm gave a hearty laugh in response. Slipping his arm around my waist, he started leading us towards the living room.

“So did you just get back from somewhere or heading out to somewhere soon?” I asked.

Malcolm was an executive for a pharmaceutical company but he wasn
’t your typical looking exec. He sported a close cut line beard and instead of having a clean cut hairstyle, he wore his hair in neatly-kept dreads that he had been growing out since high school. None of the bigwigs he had to come in contact with seemed to mind his look.

Of her three brothers, Malcolm was the one that interacted with me the most over the years because of our closeness in age. I
’d had a crush on him for the longest time; he was tall, funny, and very, very good looking. And unlike the typical teenage boy who could have made fun of me in front of his friends, he was always nice. He would even flirt with me from time to time, but it was all harmless fun. I knew he never saw me as anything other than Macy’s friend, but I still enjoyed the attention. 

Malcolm was fun, carefree and just as much a free spirit as Macy, which was another reason we got along so well. It was also the reason she prohibited him from ever taking things past the flirting stage with me. Malcolm didn
’t want to settle down any more than she did, and Macy refused to, in her words, ‘let his dick ruin our friendship.’ I used to wonder what it would be like to date Malcolm, but I knew it was something that was never going to happen. The one time we got close to crossing the line, he stopped. 

“Gonna be heading out.
Singapore, leaving on Saturday. I wasn’t about to miss Turkey Day at home.”

“So glad you could be here to ruin our holiday,” Macy said, pulling his arm off me. “And keep your hands to yourself,” she warned.

Malcolm grabbed me, making me let out a squeal of surprise. I found myself wrapped tightly in his arms. “Ginger likes it when I don’t,” he countered, winking down at me.

“Mom!”
Macy yelled. “Come get your son before he ends up in the ER.”

Macy stormed off towards the kitchen and Malcolm took my hand, laughing as we followed her. This Thanksgiving scene was like others that had played out for the last few years. Since my parents moved to Greece, I
’d spent my holidays with Macy and her family. It was always fun to be around them, and it was a much better option than spending it with Dorian.

The first year Mom and Dad were gone, we tried to have family dinner together. It didn
’t go well; she was bossy and took every opportunity to put me down like usual. Because our parents weren’t around, she had no reason to hold back or pretend she liked me. I left before we had dinner that night, and I hadn’t visited her once since I moved.

Holidays with the Frankels was
a much better option, even if I was a pawn in the long-standing friendly feud between Macy and Malcolm. This year even more so since it would also help get my mind off Seth. I don’t know why his lack of contact bothered me so much, but I found myself checking my phone often, hoping for a text or something from him. The last time I’d seen him was that Monday he showed up at my job. I texted him yesterday letting him know I was going out of town for the holiday and wished him a happy Thanksgiving. He replied with ‘have a safe trip,’ and that was it.

A distraction for the weekend was a good thing. I didn
’t need to get so hung up on a guy I’d only known for a few weeks.

***

As I sat in my VIP booth at the Lava Lounger, I sipped on my cognac, watching the bodies writhing on the dance floor. The music pulsated through the speakers, one of those fast, techno-
club beats that was too loud and overbearing for my tastes. The music, however, was not what brought me out to this place; it was the magnificent specimen that stood apart from the crowd. Her body swayed to the rhythm of the beat. I watched with great intensity as her hips seductively moved back and forth. She let her head fall back, allowing herself to be lost in the music. The other men in the place took notice of her as well, and even though she moved as if she was making love to the music to draw them in, every advance was shot down. She turned to find me; she knew I was watching. We had been playing this game for the last two weeks.

After that evening I spent with Calida, I decided I wanted to study her in her own environment a while longer, so I began my search for a new pet.
 That first night, I was preparing to leave since I hadn’t found anything of interest, but from the moment she walked through the door, she commanded attention. She knew all eyes were on her, and she loved it. I watched as she sat at the bar and ordered her drink. Then as suitor after suitor approached her, she rejected them with a smug smile of satisfaction. I approached the bar that night, even though I had a personal server, and ordered a drink without so much as a glance in her direction. She repositioned herself on the bar stool waiting for me to acknowledge her, waiting to reject me. I got my drink, told the bartender to put it on my tab, and walked away. 

That
’s when she took to the dance floor. I watched as her eyes scanned the club, and when she found her target, the show began. I sipped on my drink, watching how she wielded her body as a lure. She was a woman who was used to getting what and who she wanted. She enjoyed having men trip all over themselves for her. As I watched her that night, I made comparisons to Calida, and my disdain for how this woman behaved grew.

I finished my drink then signaled for my waitress. After settling up my tab, I walked towards her.
 A triumphant smile played on those sultry lips as I approached. I caught only a glimpse of it before it faded when I walked past her out the door. That night began our cat-and-mouse game, but unfortunately for her, this time she was the mouse. She was going to be fun to break.

Nearly every night for the last two weeks, the game had been the same.
 Tonight she was once more my private dancer. Determined to trap me in her web, tonight’s show was more seductive. She wore a short, tight-fitting white dress with sequins that caught the light as she moved. The color contrasted perfectly against her milky brown skin. She rocked her hips, running her hands along her curvy body, and each step brought her closer and closer to where I sat until finally she stood in front of me. Motioning me to come to her, she glided back towards the dance floor. Placing my drink on the table, I obliged her unspoken request.

“Dance with me,” she whispered in my ear. I had her; she broke first and came to me.
 

Once we got on the floor, the game intensified. Her movements were slow and deliberate, although the pace of the music was fast. She turned so that her back was to me, and placed my hands on her hips. Then she started moving, rocking those hips back and forth, making sure her plump ass stayed in contact with my crotch. She was after a reaction, and when she turned, her hands moved down my chest to feel the bulge in my pants.
 That triumphant smile playing on her lips once more. She backed away slightly, but I pulled her back to me grabbing her ass.

“Oh no, we
’re not done yet.”

She wrapped her leg around mine and began moving up and down against my bulging pants.
“Your place or mine?”

I let a smile ease across my face. “Mine.”

I walked off to have the valet get my car while she retrieved her coat. Her eyes lit up when she saw the car. Greedy women like her were always blinded by shiny, expensive things. I opened the door, and she didn’t take her eyes off me as she slid into the seat. The entire car ride she kept one hand on my crotch, and the one other playing in my hair, paying no attention to where I was taking her. She didn’t notice when we drove farther and farther away from the lights of the city towards the affluent area of Milton. When we pulled up to the gate of my house, she finally paid attention, and a smile broke out on her face. I had no doubt she was thinking that houses behind private gates had to be large, and she wasn’t wrong. She got even more excited as the gate slowly opened, but that excitement started to wane when the house came into view at the end of the long drive.  

“You live here?
 This place looks abandoned.” I could hear the disappointment and skepticism in her voice.

“Don
’t worry, my Pet. Ne pas juger un livre par sa couverture.”

“What does that mean?”
 

“Simply, don
’t judge a book by its cover,” I replied, putting the car in park in the curve of the circular drive instead of the garage.

She seemed unsure but took my hand anyway as I helped her out of the car. Linking her arm in mine, we walked up the stone steps and she waited as I unlocked the door then motioned for
her to enter. As she did, she looked around the foyer, no doubt scanning for more signs of wealth. She didn’t seem to be as disappointed by the interior, but I could tell she wasn’t overly impressed either. I locked the door behind me while she removed her coat and wandered farther into the house.

“This place is sorta like a museum,” she commented offhandedly, tossing her coat over the back of the chair.
 

I ignored her comment as I grabbed and pinned her against the wall. “Now where were we?”

She leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head away. Kissing was something I never did; it implied a level of intimacy that I didn
’t have, nor wanted, with them. They were toys, not something to be loved or cherished. She didn’t notice my rejection because I focused my lips on her neck while I ripped the flimsy garment she wore as underwear free without much effort.

The shirt she passed off as a dress was quickly removed and tossed aside. I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, attempting again to kiss me. I lowered my head while lifting one of her ample breasts to my mouth. My tongue flicked across her nipple causing a soft moan to escape her lips. Lowering her to the floor, I pulled her over to the bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. While I started a fire to warm up the space, she dropped to her knees, quickly and easily opening my pants to get what she was after. Looking down at her with a smile, I removed my shirt while she took me into her mouth without hesitation. She gave head like a pro, swirling her tongue around my pulsating cock. I let her get her fill before giving her a gentle push back. She lay back on the rug, opening her legs, inviting me in. I pulled a condom out of my pocket, and rolled it on before I dropped down and crawled on top of her.

“You’re mine now, my Pet.”

Grabbing her hips, I pulled forward onto my awaiting erection in one swift move. The flickering flames from the fireplace danced across her skin as I started thrusting into her slowly. Arching her back, she let out a moan of ecstasy; her hands pushed down onto my ass, a request for me to pick up the pace, and it was one I happily obliged. Her breasts jiggled from the motion of me pushing into her harder and harder and she gave them a squeeze, moaning louder as she did.