Finding Acceptance in His Arms (9 page)

She
perked her ears to better eavesdrop, torn between her desires to revel in the
attention of the women opposite her and her discovery of something startling
about Evan.

“I’m
telling you, I really d
o like your latest script,”
Master Trevor repeated himself. “I think it’s brilliant. I pitched it to Brian
this morning. He said to tell you that he’ll get it into preproduction no later
than this month’s end so as long as you will agree to star in it.”

“I
can’t star in it. If I do, I might as well kiss my
moonlighting goodbye because why would anyone pay a phenomenal fee to see me
perform in person if they can watch me on video. It’s virtually the same
thing.”

“Dammit!”
Master Trevor cursed. “Where are we
going to find a
man with your peculiar abilities, Evan? Not every man can do what you can do.
And you know I’m telling the truth.”

“There
must be someone else available,” Evan’s voice remained firm.

“Well
then, please introduce him to me so we can get this
casting problem behind us. The script won’t work without you playing the part.
So, let me sum it up for you. Without you, we have no movie to shoot. At the
very least you’ll have to do a rewrite to tone down the hero’s sexual
abilities. You can sleep on i
t tonight but I’ll need
your final answer first thing in the morning. I’m meeting with Brian at nine
a.m. You will call me no later than eight-thirty to say you’ll do it.”

“You
seem to have forgotten that you don’t boss me, Trevor.” Evan’s voice bristled.
“I’m not one of your slaves. And you damn well better start
remembering it.”

The
silence between the men began drawing out. Kara noticed the slaves shifting
their eyes onto the rug. The trio also put their legs back together to become
frozen statues. She d
idn’t know what else to do, so
she turned her gaze downward also.

If
the situation hadn’t become so volatile she would have been happy for Evan at
learning he was more than just a performer. As it was, she could only try to
keep the growing tension in the
room from spilling
over onto her.

“So
you brought Kara to play?” Since Master Trevor spoke first and had changed the
subject, he, by default, conceded victory to Evan in their silent battle of
wills.

“Kara’s
not here for playing,” Evan stated, evidently st
ill
irritated with his friend. “She’s here just to observe.”

“What’s
wrong with her?”

“Absolutely
nothing that I know of.”

“So
why can’t she play? You don’t want her to?”

“Because
I said she can’t. If she wants to come back after we leave then that’s up to
her. I didn’t plug her ears when I gave the cab driver
your address. I didn’t blindfold her either. So she knows her way back if she
wants to come back.”

“Fair
enough,” Master Trevor conceded defeat a second time.

The
silence held out for another minute w
ith the men only
sipping their whiskey quietly. Then, Master Trevor conceded a third time.
“You’re the most stubborn man I ever met, Evan. Why my brother Brian ever
introduced you to me and the business of performing I’ll never understand. If I
had it to g
o over with, I’d run you off the first
time I laid eyes on you instead of welcoming you into my family.”

Evan
chuckled. “You know you’re lying through your teeth, Trevor. You love me like
the son you’ll never have.”

“No,
I don’t have any affection for you
at all right now,”
Master Trevor rejoined and then addressed the slaves. “
tammy
.
tonya
. Go tend to Evan. Make him see the
majesty of his abilities so he will reconsider staring in his latest movie
script. I need him on board.”

The
slaves immediately crawle
d over to take up positions
on either side of Kara. She attempted to move out of the way but the one in
front of her shook her head while the one behind her whispered into her ear,
“Mr. Lars said you are here to observe. So please observe from where you ar
e sitting. If he wants you to move he will tell you to
move.”

Kara
couldn’t find any argument with this, so she watched the woman directly in
front of her take off Evan’s shoes and socks before reaching up to unbuckle his
belt and pull off his slacks and u
nderwear. The other
slave had climbed up to relieve him of his shirt and tie. They neatly folded
his clothing and placed it out of the way on the sofa’s arm.

From
her perspective, Evan looked beautifully masculine in his stark nakedness.
Shivers of excitem
ent pricked the skin of her arms as
she noticed the subtle stiffening of his cock.

She
stared at it in awe, never actually believing before this moment that any man’s
cock could be so beautiful to look upon. The steady metamorphosis into standing
hardness
mesmerized her. She’d never been this close
to any man’s erect cock and shaven balls before. She resisted the urge to reach
out and touch them because she didn’t have permission.

The
slaves began using their hands to caress the muscles in his chest, arms,
and thighs. She couldn’t help envying them for having been
granted permission to touch his body because she really liked the way it was
made up of lean, contoured muscles.

No,
he certainly couldn’t be described as a muscle-bound beefcake. Instead, he
looke
d more like a professional fighter—wiry, agile,
and strong. It wasn’t lost upon her how he also appeared very confident in his
masculinity. This made her feel inferior to him in some fundamental way. She
thought this might be due to the fact that he’d show
n
his natural dominance over her by denying her permission to touch him or anyone
else in the room.

All
at once his gaze centered on her and she discovered how this simple action on
his part bonded them together in some arcane way. The sight of the women s
uccoring his body became secondary to what his eyes were
whispering to hers.

She
strove to break eye contact with him, but was unsuccessful. His stronger
masculinity dominated her weaker femininity. She could only stare into his soul
while hoping with ever
ything inside her that his soul
would not abandon hers.

Powerless
to resist, she kept staring into his eyes, even after the slaves began
performing oral sex on him, both licking and suckling the head of his cock
before taking turns in swallowing it deep in
to their
throats.

Inevitably,
since it was all taking place right before her eyes, she wanted to join them in
their debauchery. But the remembrance of Evan’s decree prevented her from her
taking part. So she could only suffer in silence, pining for an oppo
rtunity to have her turn.

In
the lower edges of her vision she noted the slaves had fallen into a physical
battle of wills. The reason behind their silent but forceful struggles was
readily apparent to her. She marveled at how each of them strived so boldl
y to be the one to get rewarded with his cum spurting into
her mouth. They both worked very hard at this, three twisting strokes of their
heads down and up before allowing the other their turn.

It
became a toss-up as to who would win. But Kara suddenly rea
lized she didn’t care who won because it wasn’t going to be
her, unless…she trumped them both by being something of much more value than
just a wet, indiscriminate mouth and tongue on his dick.

She
put the women out of her mind and concentrated entirely on
Evan’s eyes. She could see that he was feeling it now, the
definite imminence of his conclusion.

He
stared back at her indecently, immodestly, uncompromisingly, the truest image
of benevolent dominance she’d ever surrendered to through his wanting to secr
etly share all the pleasure he was experiencing with her.

And
yes, absolutely yes, in her altered state of mind she rocketed toward orgasm
along with him. Her skin became gooseflesh. Her clitoris throbbed inside her
panties beneath her dress. The wetness s
eeped out of
her.

The
moment he came with a subtle jerking of his body she could have come with him
from the emotional connection they now shared. But she already knew his secret.
And unlike him, she had never been multi-orgasmic, so always strived to save
her orgasm until the optimum moment.

She
smiled with genuine happiness at the pleasure he unselfishly shared with her
while letting her soul say to his,
You
are a marvelous man. A most marvelous man and one day very soon I will take
great pleasure in givi
ng my body over to you wholly
and completely.

An
hour and a half later, Kara finally let herself come with Evan. It was his
third consecutive orgasm, with him not having taken any breaks in between to
recuperate.

Chapter Six

“And
then what happened?”
Jennifer asked from her end of
the bathtub.

Kara
let out a deep sigh. The warm water they soaked in felt luxurious and the
margarita she sipped on tasted like an exotic elixir. “He called a cab and
brought me home. We didn’t talk on the way back. But he d
id escort me into the building and then to our door like a
gentleman.”

“Did
he kiss you goodnight?” Jennifer stared over the top of her wine glass with an
inkling of horror surfacing in her blue eyes.

Kara
shook her head, giving up a wistful expression. “N
o,
he didn’t, but I would have let him if he’d tried. I swear I don’t know what he
did to me by performing in front of me with the slaves but it did
something
to me. I’ve never felt so connected to
anyone before in my life.”

The
horrified expression on Jen
nifer’s face intensified.
“And you’re not mad at him for being selfish and not letting you join in?”

Kara
sipped the last swallow of her second margarita, loving the lighthearted
sensation alcohol always gave her. She shook her head again, reaching over th
e side of the tub to set the empty glass on the floor. “Not
in the least. It was marvelous to watch. I would have certainly joined in if
he’d let me. But he never gave me any indication that he desired me to
physically participate. So I believe he wanted m
e to
only observe tonight. Maybe that’s because my blood work hasn’t been cleared
yet. I can’t say for sure because he didn’t give a reason why.”

“What
you really mean is that you didn’t ask him.” Jennifer gulped down her third
margarita. She replenished f
rom a waning pitcher
sitting on the floor.

Kara
didn’t offer a reply because of Jennifer’s irritation at her honest answers.
And yes, she certainly understood her friend’s concern. She just wasn’t worried
about her growing attachment to Evan—saw no reason
to
be worried. In fact, she liked that it was happening to her, immensely so.

“He
won’t make you happy in the long run,” Jennifer warned. “It isn’t in his nature
to make anyone happy but himself. If you let yourself fall in love with him
you’re doomed. Per
formers should never fall in love
with other performers. It always ends badly.”

“I
already know that, Jennifer.” Kara rolled her eyes. “And I’m not falling in
love with him. In all honesty, I think what we shared tonight has nothing
whatsoever to do with l
ove, though I’ve definitely
fallen in lust with him.”

“Of
course you have. I warned you not to take him too seriously, but like usual,
you didn’t listen to me.”

Kara
didn’t want to argue, so lolled her head back to let her gaze wander about the
ceiling whi
le remembering how furiously Evan had
fucked the slaves. At one point she’d thought he might break them from his
incessant tag teaming while seeking the conclusion of his third and final
orgasm. Then, all of a sudden, the slaves were kneeling before him wi
th open mouths and he and she were coming together in
joyful bliss.

She’d
never before known any man so sure of his actions and how his emotions would
manipulate hers. It was like he’d delved inside her soul further than any human
being ever had before. Sh
e accepted he knew her
completely now.
Both emotionally
and physically without having ever touched her during their sexual escapade,
except with his eyes.
To her immense surprise on the cab ride home, she’d found
herself seeking out his hand while wanting
to share
his bed tonight. Sadly, he didn’t make any offer for her to do so.

“Have
you really become so enamored with him after only two dates?” Frustration
dominated Jennifer’s voice. “He’s only a user that seeks out the fulfillment of
his own debased fant
asies. Why do you think he writes
porn scripts? He won’t ever love you back. You’re heading down a dangerous
road, girlfriend.”

Kara
looked straight into Jennifer’s eyes across the emotional void separating them.
She knew it was time to lay all truths bare
before
her friend. “Have you ever felt totally connected to someone on a physical
and
emotional level? He makes me feel like
I’ve finally found my place in the world. And I haven’t felt at peace anywhere
since Mama and Daddy died. That’s why I went away t
o
seek success. I wanted to fill up the void their deaths left in my life.”

“Okay.”
Jennifer grimaced after taking another gulp of her drink. “I get that you’re
lonely and looking for someone to complete you. But let’s just follow what I’m
hearing out to i
ts logical conclusion in supposing
that your burgeoning romantic feelings for him are reciprocated. Are you
willing to throw away your career to enter into a relationship with him?”

“I
never said that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him,” Kara a
rgued.

“You
don’t have to say it, Kara. It’s written all over your face. Now I wish that
I’d never told you about what I did with him.”

“Wish
whatever you want to, but I won’t wish it along with you,” Kara retorted. “I
don’t have that much time left to do
this. On my
deathbed I want to regret the things that I did do, not the things I didn’t.
Besides, my acting coach continually tells me how I need to open myself up to
new experiences so I can apply what I learn to my acting. So this experience
can only mak
e me a better actress.”

Jennifer
appeared shocked by what she was hearing. She shook her head from side to side
emphatically. “You’re lying to yourself if you claim to believe it will make
you a better actress. You’re already a successful actress. Your las
t play on Broadway got you an audition that landed you into
a feature film with a prominent director. Three months from now you’ll be in
New Zealand acting in the role that will make you famous. So stop lying to me,
and yourself. I won’t put up with it.”

K
ara almost couldn’t believe how blown out of proportion
this conversation had become. She didn’t know why everything always had to be
black or white to Jennifer. Why couldn’t her friend see her romantic
entanglement with Evan had entered the gray area in b
etween?

She
once again lolled her head backward to stare at the ceiling. She let out a long
sigh, seeing a way to dial the conversation back down. “That reminds me. I have
to post on the various social networks before I go to sleep tonight. I’m
supposed to
be relaxing on a secluded beach in Fiji
this week. I’ve already got the necessary pictures to be uploaded cached on my
computer.”

“No
worries. I already did it for you while you were out. I posted that you were
having a great time rejuvenating from your e
xhausting
work schedule and really appreciated everyone respecting your privacy.”
Jennifer gave up a giggle. “To think everyone in the entertainment industry
believes you are a squeaky clean virgin still tickles me every time I think
about it.”

“Well,
that
’s the image I started portraying myself as
being, so, by default, I have to keep it up now until I find a squeaky-clean
boyfriend. You ought to have seen the shocked performance I gave when the
director’s assistant asked me during the audition if I’d ever
done any nudity on film or video that could come back to
haunt me or their movie. They’d all have heart attacks if they knew what I’ve
really been up to tonight.”

“What
will happen if they find out?”

“Since
it’s a teen romance about first love I’ll be pro
mptly
replaced. And my future in mainstream acting will be in real jeopardy. I’d have
to do some real damage control to fix it, if it would even be fixable.”

Jennifer
pursed her lips. “That’s something I’ll never understand about you wanting to
do this. Wh
y would you ever do anything to jeopardize
something you worked so hard for? I just don’t get it. There has to be a safe
place somewhere in New York where a person like you can indulge in all your
sexual fantasies while keeping your anonymity intact.”

“In
this digital age I can’t afford to risk it in New
York. No one knows who I am down here because I’m not a
real
star yet. But I know this upcoming role
will make me one. And then I won’t be able to go outside without being followed
around and photographed.
My having done this will be
paparazzi gold a year from now if it was caught on tape. So, like I said
before, I don’t have much time left. I sometimes wonder if fame will be worth
the price of all that I will have to give up.”

“Just
think of all the fabulou
s clothing, jewelry, and
handbags you’ll be able to afford. Not to mention garnering the adulation of
your fans. You won’t have any second thoughts about it then.”

“You
know something? I’ve been thinking. Why don’t you come with me to New Zealand?
You coul
d be my assistant.” Kara threw this out there
to keep the conversation moving along in the right direction.

Jennifer
scoffed. “I don’t mind licking your ass when I want to but I’ll never do it
because you say I have to. You already know this, Kara. Besides
, I have my own life to live and I’m sure they’ll provide
you with an assistant since you are the star of the movie. You’ll probably have
two or three too many anyway.”

“Probably
will,” Kara said, thinking of all the swag already given to her so she would
take the role. The only sad thing about her life these days
remained the truth of her having become a star on Broadway. Her everyday
private life exemplified her boring, good girl public persona. She wanted some
real excitement in her life again. And witho
ut a
doubt, Evan Lars had shown her more real excitement tonight than she’d known
since abandoning Jennifer and Atlanta. She still didn’t understand how he could
have possibly known she was going to react so favorably to him and his
debauchery.

How
could h
e have known that? And why had she felt such
compulsive wantonness to remain in his presence afterward. Even now she still
wished he would have invited her home with him.

“You’ve
got that wistful expression on your face again,” Jennifer spoke up.
“Stop thi
nking
about Evan.
He’ll be your ruin if you’re not careful. I’m warning
you.”

“He
won’t hurt me or my career,” Kara responded. And she knew he wouldn’t. It
simply wasn’t in his nature to hurt women intentionally.

“I’m
not talking about him hurting your car
eer. I’m
talking about you letting your feelings for him hurt your career. Enjoy being
with him if you have to but shake him off afterward like a bad hangover. He’s
poison to you. You know I’m only telling you this for your own good.”

“You’re
starting to s
ound like a broken record,” Kara said,
wanting her friend to just let it go. She’d already made up her mind she was
going to do this, no matter what consequences she faced afterward.

A
long pause of silence descended to let Kara’s mind cycle back through t
he naughty deeds of the night until it finally centered on
something she hadn’t mustered the courage to ask Evan. She looked over at
Jennifer. The woman lay languidly against her end of the tub with her arms
resting along the
sides,
head lolled back, eyes
closed. She looked so much the picture of relaxation that
Kara almost resisted disturbing her.

“Do
you think he writes the scripts for his private performances also?”

Jennifer
cracked her eyes open and nudged her shoulders upward. “He’s revealed more to
yo
u about himself than he did to me. We mostly talked
about fucking. What we liked, what we didn’t, our dos and don’ts. And since
it’s come up, during oral sex don’t ever try to perform
analingus
on him. He doesn’t like that.”

“Did
he say why not?” Now that
Jennifer had brought it to
her attention, she remembered the slaves never ventured past his scrotum with
their oral ministrations.