Shades of Shame (Semper Fi) (11 page)

“Very good!” Leila smiled, “Now if you’ll just give me a moment alone upstairs I’d like to get freshened up.”

“Sure,” he pointed to the modern free floating wooden steps.  After twenty minutes she called to him to join her upstairs.

An unusual knot seemed to be stuck in his throat as he began to climb the stairs.  Some level of anticipation that he’d not felt in many years.  He reached the top of the stairs in almost total darkness.  Just a small, faint light illuminated the hallway.  The sweet smell of burning candles emanated from his room where the door was cracked slightly opened.  He peered inside, but unable to make out anything more than her faint figure in the darkness.  He moved slowly, cautiously as he opened her door.  “I can’t see you,” he said.

“You don’t need to,” she responded, her warm voice putting him at ease.  He felt her move beside him, her hands pressed against his stomach.  “It’s your turn, big boy,” she said.

“I, uh…”

“Shhh.  No talking.  Not yet.”  He felt her cold finger press against his lips.  “Just relax.”

With that she placed a sleeping mask over his eyes, shutting out all light from his senses.  For the first time he felt the thrill of not being able to visualize what was happening.

“I told you that my type man…” she began saying as her hands ran down his sides and cupped his ass, “was one who would take what he wanted.  But you didn’t let me finish.”  He felt her arms wrap around his waist, undoing his belt with deft precision and lightning quick speed as his trousers were opened and shoved to the floor.  Her hands slid up his legs and down his arms, pulling them behind his back.  Before he could protest, he felt the cold steel and heard a definitive click as his wrists were now locked behind him.  “I also need a man who can take it!  A man that knows his place, and you, sir, need to be put in yours.”

“Cuff’s?” he mumbled.

“Do you realize that you were looking up my skirt with my mother in the room?  Do you not think such a dangerous action should be punished?”

A sharp pain associated with someone pushing his hands straight down, causing him to nearly drop to his knees.  She drug him across the room, turned him around and pushed him down on the edge of the bed.  She reached down and grabbed his cock.  “Nice.  Been looking forward to fucking me?”

“Of course,” David said.

“You will address me as Mistress.  Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” she said, pushing him down on his back.  She continued to tug and pull on his dick.  She carefully placed a knee on either side his hips as she guided him into her.  Once settled, she reached forward and placed her palms on his chest, slowly riding up the length of his shaft, then hard down on him, grinding her clit into his pubic bone.  “Mmmm,” she moaned.  “Yes!”

She lifted herself up, and then slammed down on him again, feeling his balls touch her ass.  Once again she ground her mound into him hard.  She watched his face for signs of pleasure.  “Such a nice cock, slave.  Were you stroking it while you were waiting?”

“No, Mistress.”

“You sure?  You didn’t come before I got here, did you?”

“No, Mistress.”

“You better not have!”  She grabbed a handful of his hair as she bent over and placed her mouth close to his.  “You damn well better not have!”

“No Mistress, I didn’t.”

“Shut up, asshole.  Shut the fuck up!”  She slapped his face and dug her nails into his chest as she began to ride up and down his cock again.  David winced under the mask; his teeth clenched as he endured the torture she was unleashing on him.  Each time she came down she pressed in harder, and each time she could feel his cock swell within her.  “You’re here to please me!” she said.

David felt his own orgasm mounting, and began to moan in rhythm with her bouncing up and down on him.  She could feel his balls begin to tighten, and pulled herself completely off his dick.  “That should do it,” she said.

Before David could register a complaint or gather his bearings, she was positioning his cock to the entrance of her ass.  Slowly she pushed her way on to him, and sank down to take his entire length.  She frantically rubbed her clit as she gritted her teeth and said.  “Don’t you dare come!  Don’t you even think about it!”

Her orgasm took over her body, forcing her to shake and shiver as she clenched down on his dick in her ass.  The immediate pressure was more than David could stand, but her clenching and scratching prevented him from reaching his orgasm. Before he knew it, Leila had rolled off of him and stood at the foot of the bed.  He could hear her movements, but couldn’t quite figure out what she was doing.  She finished getting dressed and bent down to grab his shirt.  She wiped her face, making sure to leave as much makeup and lipstick on it as possible.  She leaned over him, removed the mask and placed a key between his lips.  “Thanks.  See you later!”

“What?  Are we done?” he asked, desperately trying to hang on to the key.

“We?  I’m sorry, was this was about us?  No, asshole.  This was about me.  I’ve finished.  You weren’t worried about me the other night.  You need to get cleaned up.  See you in the office.”

The Golden Goddess

Elise looked up from her morning coffee, “Good morning son.  Did you sleep well?”

Logan smiled at the family scene that was presented in the kitchen, “Pretty well.  Honestly mom, I was thinking about heading back to the Boston house for the rest of the summer.”

His mother sat her cup of coffee down and glanced up at him over her laptop, “Oh Logan, I wish you wouldn’t!  The Presidential Ball is next weekend, and I was so hoping you’d ask Leila.  I doubt she’s ever been in the White House, and I bet she’d give you hugs and kisses for taking her?”

“I don’t know Mom, she doesn’t seem that into me.”  Logan was still struck by the fact that he hadn’t heard from Leila all week.  They’d talked on the phone several times but Logan wasn’t getting a warm fuzzy from her as far as a relationship was going.  He couldn’t deny thinking of her, especially at night, but she seemed to be doing the ‘silent ditch.’  For the past few days she hadn’t returned his calls or texts at all.  He was at the point of giving up on hoping for anything more from her.  If he were honest he’d say that it’d hurt him more than he wanted to admit.  Logan didn’t offer himself up on a silver platter often…and this was one of the reasons why.

“Did something happen?  You wanna tell me about it, baby?” Elise’s face showed concern.

“Oh no, nothing I need to tell my mom about, that’s for sure!  Leila is lovely, Mom.  If you want me to ask her to the White House, I will.”  In truth, there were very few things Logan would deny his mother.  Besides, maybe he’d
try one more time with Leila
.  Maybe they should start again, this time as friends.

Elise softened, “I really think a ball at the White House is a romantic date, don’t you?”

Logan noticed the conspiracy brewing in her mind and laughed, “I’ll go call her now,” he said, kissing his mother on the forehead.

Leila’s phone rang the moment she walked in the door.  She didn’t even recognize Logan’s number at first, “Hello?” she answered.

“Well hello beautiful,” his voice was smooth and gentle.

She smiled as she poured a cup of leftover coffee from the pot her mother had fixed earlier, “Well good morning, Mr. McNarry.  To what do I owe this honor?”  A pang of guilt filled her chest hearing his voice.  She’d been too busy climbing his father’s ladder to respond to his calls or texts.  Honestly, she was shocked that he called again.  Most men would have long given up by now.

“Seems as though I’ve got an extra ticket to the White House Ball, and it occurred to me that the most stunning woman in Washington should be there.  Perhaps you’re free?”

The White House Ball?  Leila’s heart bounced in her chest.  She’d give her right arm to go to the White House!  “I might be convinced to go,” she answered as non-committal as possible.  She didn’t want to sound like a teenager being asked to the prom.

“Hmm… well, what could I possibly do to convince you to be my date?”  Logan smiled at the few ideas that came to his mind.

“Tell me what time to be ready!” Leila laughed into the phone cheerfully.

She still couldn’t explain it, even to herself, what the attraction to Logan was all about.  All of her life she’d felt a need to cater to the whims of older, more powerful people.  At this point, she’d mastered the skills to fit into their remote circles without detection.  It’d taken sleeping with a lot of oddly scented professors, as well as a college dean or two.  Nevertheless, she’d graduated from a prestigious college at age twenty one and had been accepted into an even more prestigious law school.  Sleeping with them, keeping company with them, had been her well travelled short cut to getting where she was today.  However, the one thing she was sure of was that when she was her mother’s age, she had no intention of still being some politician’s ‘girl Friday.’  No, she would be at the top of the ladder, never second in command. 
Maybe that was her issue with Logan
, she thought.  He couldn’t provide the instant gratification she needed to get where she wanted…
but his father could
.

Eventually, the woman at Logan McNarry’s side would prosper in many ways, but he’d need to do a lot of growing up before he took his place in this world. 
‘Logan shows great promise,’
that was what everyone said when they commenting on him.  Leila wasn’t looking for a ‘project man.’  No, she wanted one who’d already done his diligence, already paid his dues.  Still there was no denying that Logan possessed a quality that she’d never encountered in a man before:  when she was with him, she thoroughly enjoyed herself!  He made her laugh, smile, and appreciate everything around her.  He made her feel…
what was that feeling?
  “Ah!” she cried out in frustration as she put the final touches on her hair in the mirror.  She didn’t know what she felt with Logan, but it was different and somehow extremely enticing.  For the first time in her life she understood addiction.  Logan was like a drug to her; she wanted him desperately, even though every rational fiber in her body and mind told her he wasn’t the power hungry man she needed at her side.

She stood and studied herself in the mirror with intense scrutiny.  The yellow silk dress she’d chosen from her closet arsenal for the evening was perfect.  She’d matched it with the gold necklace her mother had given her for her high school graduation, and gold earrings that were a gift from a former lover.  Her pale blond hair and tanned skin portrayed her as a goddess.  All in all, the effect was
dazzling
, she thought with satisfaction.  She walked down the hallway to get the final opinion of her mother.

Tapping lightly on the bedroom door she pushed it open slightly.  “Mother?”

Patricia Johnson was sitting up in her bed reading from the laptop perched on a pillow in her lap.  She pulled her reading glasses from her face and peered across the room at her daughter.  “Oh my!  Leila you are simply stunning, my dear!  Come in here and let me look at you!”

Leila walked across the room; the plush carpeting gave her reason to take care in the five inch gold heels.  She spun around near the end of her mother’s bed.  Normally she didn’t give her mother’s opinions much credence, but when it came to apparel and Washington society, the woman was a virtuoso.  “So, do I pass inspection?”

Patricia smiled at her only child, “Darling, you are utterly astounding!  You seem to be glowing!”

Leila flushed with the compliments, it wasn’t often her mother issued them.  “Why aren’t you going tonight, Mother?” she asked sitting lightly at the edge of the bed.

Patricia laughed, “Sweetheart, I’ve been to so many of these things that they just aren’t worth the trouble anymore.  I went last year, but only because we needed the Adley support on the airport bill.  I don’t currently need anything from any of those people, but what I could use is a quiet night cuddling in my bed with a good book!”

She smiled at her mother; as usual Patricia weighed each situation with the mind of a political shark.  It was Leila’s language as well, so there was no need for further explanation.  She glanced at the clock on her mother’s bedside table.  “Well, he should be here any minute now.  I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she stood and walked to the mirror for one final check.

“Yes!  Meet for breakfast, because I’ll want to hear all about it!  Logan is going to faint when he see’s you!  He won’t let you out of his sight the whole evening if he has a brain in his head at all!”

Leila smiled and stepped over to kiss her mother on the cheek.  “Thank you, Mother.  That’s sweet of you to say.”

Patricia tapped her pen against her stark white teeth, “Is there a spark at all between you and Logan?”

Leila stood as her mother took her hand, “I’m not sure.  Maybe.  Something’s weird, I just can’t place what it is.  He’s fun.”

Her mother studied her carefully; it’d been a long, long time since she’d seen such a spark in anyone’s eyes.  Was her daughter falling in love?  She wondered if Elise had noticed the same thing with Logan?  Suddenly she couldn’t wait to call Elise in the morning and get her account of the evening. 
If Leila and Logan fell in love
, well that would be the most wonderful thing either of them could ask for!  She herself had been in love once, just once.  However, it was short lived.  As a matter of fact, David McNarry had been Leila’s father’s wing man on that last flight.  It was curious how life had turned out since the day his plane had taken a dive into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.  Sometimes she’d wondered what they would all be like today if he had lived… she squeezed her daughter’s hand, “Have a wonderful time tonight dear.”

“Thank you mother, have a great night,” Leila was in a generous mood and leaned down once more to kiss her mother on the cheek.  She smiled at her mother’s choice of reading material lying upside down on the bed next to her,
Boneyard Beach
, was her current novel.  “Smut mother?” Leila nodded towards the book with the sexy man on the cover.