Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (58 page)

“I’m thinking about that,” she said and walked to the
balcony railing overlooking the dance floor.

Lena looked down at the dance floor and searched for Luca.
The time had come to implement the second phase of the mission.

“What are you doing over there?” Paul said from behind
her. “I’m lonely.”

“I’m just looking,” Lena said and rolled her eyes.

Paul walked over and stood behind Lena. He put his hands
on her bare shoulders as he looked around to make sure they were still alone up
there. He massaged her shoulders as he rubbed himself back and forth against
her ass.

“I cannot wait to see your naked body,” Paul said into her
ear.

Lena felt like a stuffed animal being humped by a dog. She
couldn’t have been more uninterested. She found it ironic because back in the
old life, Paul Kirschner would have been Lena’s biggest haul and just the type
of man she would have insanely pursued.

She allowed him to use her as his chew toy while she
cringed. And when she finally spotted Luca dancing with a smitten Katy
Kirschner below them, she smiled.

“I have a feeling that you will be seeing my naked body
very soon, big boy,” Lena said as she leaned into Paul’s thrusts.

“How?” Paul said.

“If you slow down a bit and look over my shoulder, you’ll
see how.”

Paul didn’t want to stop rubbing against Lena. All he
wanted to see was her bent over that railing so he could shove himself inside
her. But he looked anyway.

“What am I looking at?”

“Over there, to the right. Your wife and my husband.”

Paul did a double-take at the woman Luca was dancing with.
He could not believe that it was Katy out there hanging all over Lena’s
husband. He wanted to kill her. And certainly not because he was jealous.

“What the fuck?” he said as he stepped away from Lena and
gripped the balcony railing.

“I guess the cat is the only one in your relationship who
thinks he plays, huh? Appears the mouse likes to play as well.”

“She looks fucked up,” Paul said as he squinted down at
them. “Yes, she’s definitely drunk.”

“You are jealous, aren’t you?” Lena said as she brushed a
piece of lint off Paul’s jacket. “Guess she’s getting you back.”

Paul’s jaw tensed as he turned and looked at Lena.

“Make no mistake, honey, I am anything but jealous. In
fact, I couldn’t give a shit what she does. This would be the happiest sight I
ever saw in my life, if I wasn’t surrounded by 250 of the most influential
people in Manhattan and my fucking wife wasn’t down there dirty dancing with
some handsome guy. She is fucking humiliating me!”

“Hmm,” Lena said and tapped her finger against her cheek,
“you do have a point. And Luca is an extremely handsome man. Not that you
aren’t, of course.”

“Of course,” Paul said and shook his head. “If I was down
there I’d choke the life out of her for doing this to me!”

Lena knew that Paul meant it.

“Yes, I don’t blame you. My husband would choke the life
out of her if he was in your situation and he wouldn’t care who was around to
watch.”

“Well, I have to care. I work for the people.”

“Yes, for the people. So, what are you going to do? I
guess this puts a damper on our fun?”

Lena looked at Paul’s hands. His knuckles were purple from
gripping the railing so tightly. His face was beet-red and he looked like he
was about to pop a blood vessel in his head.

“Fuck!” Paul grunted out through clenched teeth. “How
could she fucking do this to me? I want to see you, Lena. More than anything
I’d like to be fucking you until you pass out tonight, but I have to get this
dumb bitch out of here before she humiliates me any further. She’s a goddamn,
good-for-nothing, manipulative cunt!”

Lena winced, but managed a smile.

“It appears that way. May I make a suggestion?” Lena said
as she stroked Paul’s cheek.

After Lena left Luca at the bar, he ordered a glass of
champagne and popped half a pill into the drink. He didn’t want to drug her too
much. He wanted her to be pliable enough to agree to go back to the Waldorf,
but alert enough to see and feel everything that was going to be done. He
waited for a moment as he observed Katy Kirschner while the pill dissolved in
the champagne.

She was nervous, he could tell. As she stood at the edge
of the floor her eyes never stopped looking around the room. Katy rung her
hands together and chewed on her lip as she watched the couples dancing.
Occasionally she would check herself and get her nervousness under control, but
after a second, she’d sink right back into the tension.

Luca felt Katy’s panic from where he stood. He looked up
in the balcony and tried to spot Lena, but the column was blocking his view to
them. He took a deep breath, grabbed the champagne and made his way through the
crowd and over to Katy Kirschner.

He stood behind her and watched her pulse fluttering in
the side of her neck. He loved that spot of anxiety on a woman. It showed the
world how utterly vulnerable they are.

“Excuse me,” Luca said into Katy’s ear, “champagne?”

Katy gasped and jumped. She swung around and stared at
Luca. At first, her face was contorted in terror, but relaxed and her eyes
softened as she stared into Luca’s eyes.

“Yes, thank you,” Katy said and took the champagne from
Luca. “I’m very thirsty.”

“Drink up then,” Luca said and tipped the base of the
champagne flute toward Katy.

Katy Kirschner sucked down the champagne in one swallow
and placed the empty glass on a cocktail table next to them. She closed her
eyes and inhaled deeply. Katy smiled as she extended her hand to Luca.

“I’m Katy Kirschner,” she said in a regulated voice. “I am
here with my husband Paul. Paul is a special prosecutor with the State Attorney’s
Office.”

Luca thought Katy sounded like a robot and wondered if all
the Stepford wives at the party had a similar affect.

“I am very pleased to meet you, Katy Kirschner,” Luca said
as he took Katy’s clammy hand. “I am Luca Maretti. I actually met your husband
earlier.”

“Paul?” Katy said and released Luca’s hand and rested it
on her chest.

“Unless you have another husband,” Luca said and winked.
“He even said that I could dance with you this evening.”

“Really?” Katy said and cocked her head. “How did you know
you wanted to dance with me? I believe this is the first time that we’ve met.
Unless, wait, do we--”

“No, it is the first time. I watched you as you walked up
to the entrance when I met your husband.”

“Oh, I see,” Katy said and looked at the dance floor. “I’m
afraid I won’t be the best dance partner. Two left feet, as I’ve been told.”

“I don’t believe that for a minute! Those beautiful feet
could produce nothing but perfection on the dance floor. Come,” Luca said and
took her hand.

Luca led Katy onto the dance floor and thanked the moon
that they were at a slow-dancing conservative event. He took Katy into his arms
and pressed his body against hers.

“You are a marvelous dancer, Mr.--”

“Luca,” Luca said into Katy’s ear.

“Luca,” Katy said and sighed. “It’s been a very long time
since I’ve danced with a man.”

“Except for your husband, I’m sure.”

Luca felt the effects of the pill taking over Katy’s
nervous system. She was utterly moldable.

“No, not even my husband,” Katy said and glanced down at
the floor.

“What a shame,” Luca said as he ran his hand down Katy’s
back. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Next to my wife, you are the best
dance partner I’ve ever had.”

When Katy looked at him and he saw the clear
disappointment in her eyes, he knew that getting her back to the hotel would be
easier than expected.

“I didn’t realize,” Katy said and glanced at Luca’s hand.
“I guess I need to look at hands before accepting invitations to dance.”

“Why?”

“Well, if your wife sees us...I don’t know, I guess I
wouldn’t want to threaten any woman. It is a horrible feeling. Not that I’m
threatening, I’m not saying that. I’m sure she’s very beautiful. I don’t know,
ignore me. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“First of all,” Luca said and rubbed his hand back and
forth against Katy’s lower back, “my wife is very beautiful, however she is not
the jealous type. Secondly, and I want you to hear what I am saying, if she was
the jealous type and saw us dancing, she’d be insane. You cannot think you’re
not threatening. You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever had the
pleasure of dancing with. And believe me, I’ve danced with a lot of beautiful
women.”

Katy blushed and looked into Luca’s eyes. Luca could tell
that the pill was fully engaged in her system and he had to work quickly.

“She is a very lucky woman. You must really love her. A
man like you, so handsome, with beautiful dance partners all over, I’m sure.
And you’ve always returned?”

“What do you mean?”

“To her, after all these dances with all these beautiful
women, you always return to your wife?”

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh! I don’t think you shouldn’t. I think you absolutely
should. But with all that temptation, well...”

Luca pressed Katy’s body into his and brushed his lips
against the side of her neck and up toward her ear. She became rigid for an
instant, but the moment he breathed heavily in her ear, she was like a soggy
noodle in his arms.

“Are you asking me if I cheat?”

“No!” Katy said and sighed as she wrapped her arms around
his neck and rested the side of her face against his chest. “Yes, I think that
is what I’m asking.”

“Then ask me,” Luca said and wrapped his arms tightly
around her waist.

Katy lifted her head and looked into Luca’s eyes. Her eyes
were at half-mast.

“Do you cheat on your wife, Luca?”

“No,” Luca said and smiled. “Now, ask me if I fuck other
women.”

“What?”

“Ask me!”

“Do you do...
that
...with other women?”

“Yes, of course.”

Katy stopped dancing and Luca held her tighter.

“You said you didn’t cheat.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s the same darn thing!”

“It is not. My wife, Lena is her name, knows. My wife is
in attendance.”

“How does she do that?” Katy whispered. “How on earth is
she able?”

“She is able because it pleases me and all she wants to do
is please me. And it’s not without pleasure for her either, let’s get that
straight,” Luca said and chuckled.

“I can’t even imagine,” Katy said.

“You should. Things weren’t always wonderful between she
and I. I said I don’t cheat on my wife, but you did not ask me if I
ever
cheated on my wife. I used to. All the time. Every chance I got, which was
every day, I was on the hunt. And she suffered. That poor woman was a hotbed of
nervous tension. Just like you.”

“I’m not, I--”

“Shhh,” Luca said and put his finger on Katy’s lips. “Yes,
you are. I felt it across the room. I recognize these things. I lived with it,
remember?”

“And you will never leave her,” Katy said as her eyes welled
up with tears.

“Never. Ever. I have no reason to leave Lena. I look at
her and my heart pounds. It is Lena that I love and Lena and I will always
stand united. We are a gang...a force. Lena and I are never divided.”

Katy’s tears spilled down her cheeks and Luca almost
laughed at the thought that he hadn’t made two women cry in the same night in
quite a number of years.

“That’s what I want,” Katy said and nodded. “That’s all I
want.”

“Of course you do. Who doesn’t?”

“Yes, that’s what I want. Oh, Luca, I love him so much and
he doesn’t--”

“Yes he does. Your husband loves you, he’s just not in
love with you. He loves you like a man loves a woman who always remembers his
boss’ birthday and buys the perfect gift. Or the way a man loves a woman who
never forgets to wash his socks with unscented laundry detergent because the
perfumed kinds make him itch. But that’s not enough. That is not enough to keep
your man from leaving you. Would you like me to tell you what to do so this man
never thinks for a second to leave you?”

“Yes!”

“Well, I can’t tell you unless you promise you’ll do
everything I tell you to do. The process cannot be started unless you promise.
It won’t work unless you promise.”

“Yes! I pinkie swear, no take-backs, infinity promise that
I will do anything and everything you say if you help me keep my husband.”

“Very well,” Luca said and smiled. “You have to get wild,
get uninhibited. Do all of those things that he would never in a million years
expect you to do. Those are the things he does with the other women, you know.
He goes out and does unspeakable acts with other people, doesn’t he?”

Katy nodded dumbly.

“Yes. Well, those acts need to now be performed by you.”

“That’s it?” Katy said and locked eyes with Luca. “No, it
can’t be. I’ve tried that. I bought lingerie and a dirty movie. Do you know
that he had the nerve to watch the movie while he masturbated like an animal,
in
front of me
? Then, what does he do? He rolled over and went to bed after he
dirtied the sheets and his silk pajamas!”

Katy’s voice was shrill and a little more amplified than
Luca was comfortable with. He looked around at the couples surrounding him and
as is common with the insanely self-absorbed, were too engaged in their own
individual dysfunctions to notice theirs.

“That’s not enough. Lingerie and a dirty movie are kids’
stuff. You need to be the
actress
in the dirty movie, not a passive
observer.”

“Like kinky things?” Katy said and clapped her hand over
her mouth. “I can’t believe I said that...kinky. I think I’m drunk. I really
do. I feel drunk and I only had one drink!”

“You’ll be fine. Yes, I am talking about the kinky things.
However, I have a feeling that your version of kinky things and what is needed
here is not going to do the job. I’m talking real down and dirty, nasty kinky things.

“Oh,” Katy said and stared off into space. “Hey! I saw a
website where girls get, you know, hot and bothered, by sitting on cakes.”

“Come again?” Luca said

Katy giggled as she leaned into Luca and lowered her
voice.

“I couldn’t believe it, but as I watched these pretty
girls sitting on the cakes and wiggling their bottoms around on top of them, the
icing going into places where icing should never go, I got a little...you-know-what.”

There’s that word again
, Luca thought as Katy
droned on.
Who the fuck over the age of eleven uses the words you-know-what
as a descriptor for
anything?

“I’ll bet,” Luca said and knitted his brows together. “And
you mean cakes like from a bakery? Not a euphemism...cakes?”

“Yep, cakes. It’s a whole culture.”

“Well, my dear, you have officially educated someone who,
for all intents and purposes, knows more than the average person about sexual
proclivities.”

Katy was quite proud that she taught Luca, the worldliest
man she ever met, anything about anything. So Katy Kirschner did what Katy
Kirschner always did when she felt the least bit of encouragement: she kept on
talking.

“They, the people who indulge in this practice, are called
cake people
and the practice itself,
cake sitting
.”

“Makes sense,” Luca said and glanced at his watch over
Katy’s shoulder. “Well, we can--”

“Perfect sense,” Katy said and nodded. “But the really
neat thing is, well, they don’t just use cakes to...”

“You-know-what?” Luca said and searched for Lena in the
balcony.

“Exactly. Nope. It can be anything really, croissant,
scones, bear claws, cupcakes, I really enjoyed watching the cupcakes, pies, of
course, any--”

“I’m sorry,” Luca said and stopped dancing, “did you say
bear claws?”

“Yes.”

“As in, claws from bears?”

“It’s what they’re called. It’s a pastry, silly.”

“Ah,” Luca said and resumed shuffling his feet to the
music while becoming increasingly annoyed that he couldn’t see Lena.

“Anyway, any kind of pastry, like I said. And then they do
these neat little tricks with the icing. It’s really quite naughty. They use
whipped cream, butter cream, cream cheese, custards...vanilla,
chocolate...mascarpone and the marzipan, oh my goodness, the marzipan is
something else. One of the episodes featured a--”

“Katy!” Luca said and held his hand up in her face.
“Enough, okay? I understand.”

“Okay,” Katy said and pouted. “I just thought maybe if I
could do some of the stuff I saw on cakesitters.com, it would keep Paul
interested.”

“
Cakesitters.com
? Yeah, not quite where I was
going. Why don’t we start with this,” Luca said as he saw Paul and Lena coming
down the stairs and caught Lena’s eye. “Finally. Anyway, why don’t you and your
husband come to visit with my wife and I. Right now. We have a suite at the
Waldorf.”

“Right now, right now?” Lena said and giggled. “You’re
crazy. Paul would never go for something like that. It’s the Governor’s Ball. I
don’t even think the Governor is here yet. No, he won’t want to leave.”

“Then you must convince him,” Luca said and tightened his
arms around Katy’s waist. “How long has it been since you’ve screamed like a
banshee because you were getting fucked so good, you thought you’d die if it
ever ended?”

Katy looked up at Luca and licked her lips.

“I-I don’t think that’s ever happened.”

“Do you want it to?”

“Yes!” Katy said as she nodded her head.

“Tonight? You want to scream like a banshee tonight?” Luca
said as Lena and Paul walked toward them. “Quick, here comes your husband!”

“Yes! Tonight!”

“Then tell him, now. And don’t take no for an answer.”

Luca twirled Katy and swung her around until she faced
Paul and Lena. He pushed her toward them and she tripped, but caught herself in
a mighty display of drugged-out clumsiness before she fell to the floor.

“Katy,” Paul said and grimaced at his wife. “This is--”

“Hi,” Katy said. “Paul, I want to go to the Waldorf with
Lena and Luca. Tonight. Right now.”

“Okay.” Paul said and smiled.

Katy’s mouth dropped open and she whipped around and
stared at Luca.

“Did you just see what I did?” Katy whispered.

Luca winked at her and then extended his hand to Paul.

“How are you, Paul? I see my vixen of a wife found you.”

“Yes,” Paul said and stared at Lena. “She is enchanting.
Shall we all go?”

“A moment please with my wife?” Luca said and took Lena’s
arm. “We will meet you both by the coat check in five minutes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Paul said and took Katy’s hand. “Five
minutes.”

“Five minutes and then we’re off to sit on some cakes!”
Katy said.

Paul looked at her with disgust and shook his head.

“I apologize for my wife. It seems she’s been standing
next to the champagne fountain too long.”

Luca and Lena walked toward the bar as Paul dragged Katy
into the foyer.

“Sounds like she had her head
in
the champagne
fountain,” Lena said. “She’s pretty messed up.”

“You have not one goddamned clue how messed up she is.
Cakes
,
Lena,” Luca said as he watched Katy and Paul. “She wants to have sex with
cakes
!”

Luca ordered he and Lena two drinks and looked back into
the foyer. He saw Paul whispering in his wife’s ear and Katy looked like she
was crying again.

“What’s he doing to her?”

“Don’t worry. He’s on board. What do you mean she wants to
have sex with cakes?” Lena said.

“Just what I said. Oh, and not just cakes...éclairs and
scones and shit. And bear claws. Do you know this thing?”

“Yes, bear claws! Yummy! They used to have these really
good apple bear claws at Jimmy’s Bakery on Hanover Street. Apples and cinnamon
and sugar. They drizzled a caramel glaze over them when they were hot from the
oven. Man, I used to get up early on Sunday mornings and--”

“Enough with the fucking deserts!”

“Excuse me, you diabetic freak!”

“Cute. Let’s just focus. So, he seems into it?”

“Yeah,” Lena said and picked up her vodka from the bar.
“He’s a nasty man, Luca.”

“We know this. So it shouldn’t be too hard to deliver his
punishment, should it?”

“Not at all. And her?”

“Aside from wanting to have sex with pastries? She’s a
pain in the ass. I see why he cheats on her. Not in the age choices, but I do
see why he has to get away.”

“Lovely. And her punishment?”

“It will be good. I only gave her half a pill so she will
remember and feel everything, but she was loopy enough to go.”

“Well, a chick who wants to have sex with cakes doesn’t
sound like too much of a prude. Maybe she didn’t even need the pill.”

“Oh, believe me, she needs it.
We
are going to
probably need it to deal with her. Have you ever heard of this group the cake
sitters?”

“No,” Lena said and took a deep breath, “can’t say that I
have. Finish your scotch. I have a feeling that if she annoys him too much,
he’s going to change his mind. Are we going in their limo?”

“Yes, we don’t need ours. Punishment should be finished by
dawn and then back to the Order.”

“Good. I never thought I would say this, but after being
here tonight, I miss home.”

Luca stared at Lena and frowned. He reached out and
brushed his hand against her forehead and looked down at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Lena said.

“Nothing. I just know what you mean, sweetheart,” Luca
said and finished his scotch. “Let’s get this freak show on the road.”

The ride to the Waldorf with the Kirschners was paved with
much discomfort.

Katy continued to chatter on about cake sitting and got
into the scotch in the bar in the back of the limo--which led to even more
nonsensical chatter about sitting on cakes. Paul ignored his wife the whole
time and instead, stared at Lena and goaded her with obscene gestures to lift
her dress up. Lena fluctuated between the desire to rip out Katy Kirschner’s
tongue and Paul Kirschner’s heart and remained silent with her arms folded
across her chest. Luca did the same. Additionally, he was very jealous of the
attention Paul Kirschner paid to Lena. Luckily, it was a relatively short ride.

When they returned to their penthouse suite, Luca could
tell that Paul Kirschner was very impressed.

“Nothing but the best, right?” Paul said and pointed at Luca
as they walked to the bar in the living room.

“Exactly,” Luca said as he made the group drinks. “Why do
something if you’re going to do it half-ass?”

“I like that thinking. Thank you,” Paul said as Luca
handed him a drink. “Speaking of ass, how long have you and Lena been in the
life?”

“The
life
?” Luca said and chuckled.

“Yeah, you know, the swinger lifestyle.”

Luca got the impression that Paul was building a case and
was even more amused at the thought of a process server trying to locate he and
Lena after their evening ended.

“Oh, about three years,” Luca said and loosened his bow
tie. “Ladies? Your drinks are ready.”

Katy floated over to the bar and picked up one of the drinks.
As she sipped her drink, she looked around the modernly decorated living room.

“Lena, I love how this place is decorated,” she said and
walked over to the white leather circular sofa. “Where did you find this
piece?”

Lena took her drink off the bar and looked at Paul and
laughed. The two men joined in Lena’s laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Katy said. “Did I miss a joke?”

“No, pumpkin, you
are
the joke,” Paul said and
finished his drink.

Luca looked at Lena and her eyes burned with anger. He
winked at her and rolled his eyes.

“The room came decorated, Katy,” Lena said.

Paul reached over the bar and grabbed the decanter of
scotch and poured himself another drink. Luca gestured for Lena to stop him.

“Easy there,” Lena said as she put her arms around Paul’s
shoulder. “I don’t want that scotch effecting my good time.”

Paul grabbed Lena by the back of the head and covered her
mouth with his. He held her to him and kissed her roughly. Lena wanted to knee
him in the balls. So hard he kissed her, she felt like he was suffocating her.
He stuffed her mouth full with his tongue and would not let her up for air.
Finally, he yanked her head back and stared into her eyes.

“Did you feel that? Felt like it did when we were at the
Met, doesn’t it? Don’t you worry about my ability! You don’t mind, do you,
Luca?”

“Absolutely not,” Luca said and removed his tux jacket.

“Good,” Paul said and poured himself a large scotch. “Just
want to make sure. I don’t know if you swinger freaks have rules.”

“No freaks here, Paul,” Lena said as she wrapped her arms
around his waist. “Well, maybe one.”

Lena looked over at Katy who danced in the living room to
the sound of the music in her head. She looked absolutely ridiculous and Luca
stared at her and shook his head.

“Good song, darling?” Luca said as he walked over to the
suite’s entertainment unit.

Luca loaded a play list of rock-n-roll music and threw his
jacket over the back of a club chair in the corner of the room. He stared at
Katy as he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.

“Having a good time at the party?” Luca said to her as he
took her arm and led her to the couch. “Here, have a seat.”

“This is the best party I’ve ever been to,” Katy said as
she plopped down next to Luca. “When is Paul going want to have sex with me?”

Luca stared at her and squinted.

“Is this an existential question? I’m not sure what you
mean.”

“Tonight, silly. You said what you were going to show me
was going to have him all over me. So far, he’s just been talking to your
wife,” Katy said as she looked over at the bar and watched Paul and Lena
embracing. “I don’t like this at all, Luca. I don’t want us to be here if I
have to watch him rubbing against another woman. It’s bad enough to think about
in my own head, never mind actually seeing it! And you should be mad too.”

“Katy, I told you that Lena and I are swingers,” Luca said
and slid closer to Katy. “Did you not understand what that meant?”