The New Girl (Fantasy Heights) (4 page)

“Thomas’s orders,” he said.

His eyes still harbored unsated hunger, but he turned away a moment, fumbling hurriedly into a small treasure chest. He came out with a golden vibrator, and she let out a sound halfway between relief and encouragement.

Now she took back some control of the situation; Thomas’s orders or not, if this young man had been ordered to pleasure her, she would pleasure him in return. She pulled and tugged him into 69-position above her. She wriggled until she had his shaft in one hand, his balls in the other. The balls she began to kneed forcefully. His shaft she held steady while she licked at his tip.

The captain growled against her pussy and the vibration left her stinging and aching, dripping with need. He lifted his head and pressed the vibrator to her clit. She cried out as the buzzing ignited a tempest of sensation. Frenzied now, she sucked and kneaded, then let one hand wander to his anus. She rubbed and pressed. He escalated into driving the vibrator inside her and suctioning his mouth onto her clit.

Whimpering, on the very edge of release but fighting it to ride the pleasure out a little longer, she wet her fingertip and, without bothering to be gentle, poked it into his anus. The tight muscle there clenched and he gasped against her cunt. At the same time, she felt him go still.

He lifted his head. “Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. But here. Take this. It’ll go easier.”

He placed something into her hand. A bottle. Lube, she realized. Good timing. She may not get her penetration until tomorrow, but she would be allowed to play and experiment on him tonight.

Onto her fingers and between his buttocks, she dripped a generous amount of lubricant. When she once more wiggled her index finger against him, he let out a groan of sheer enjoyment. Thus encouraged, she took his cock into her mouth once more, concentrating hard at working the tip of him with the back of her tongue. She continued to knead his balls, and pressed her now slippery finger into his ass once more.

She slowed down then to pay attention, to observe and learn. The outer rim of muscle was very, very tight around her finger, and extremely sensitive. His legs quaked as she took shallow, repeated dips inside him, curling her finger a bit to feel the band of muscle.

He stilled once more, captivated by what she was doing. Inside her, the vibrator buzzed a low, pleasing thrill as she probed deeper, up to her second knuckle. This too he encouraged, rocking his hips forward and raising his ass to open himself for her even further.

She got totally lost in the exploration then, fascinated with the way her own anus puckered and began to tingle and ache in excitement as she slipped in and out of him, over and over again, feeling the way his muscles worked. They clenched up tight if she probed especially deeply. They would slowly relax and allow her to proceed once more.

Tomorrow night she would experience all this for herself. She could hardly wait. The thought of some mysterious, unknown person penetrating her this way, probing her most sensitive depths, brought on an entirely fresh, new quickening, and the captain sensed it. He drove the vibrator so deep she gasped around his cock.

Her approval echoed in her partner. He grinded his tongue against her clit, so hard, so expertly, the honeyed pressure building inside her cunt gave way. She lost control of herself then, her hands taking on a mind of their own, and her finger sinking deeper than she’d intended, and much harder. Their pleasure continued to cycle from one to the other, her captain calling out in surprised approval, his body clenching itself into ecstasy. With her own body given over to the pleasure and his cock so firmly pressed against her throat, she lost air for a moment, the orgasm multiplying, spreading out into her limbs into a dangerous but thoroughly sating wave.

She felt his body pulse out its cum during one of the longest male orgasms she had ever felt since her arrival at Fantasy Heights. They both took considerable time in coming back down to earth, and though satisfied for now, she was still reluctant to let go of him, to stop feeling and playing and touching. He seemed no less hesitant, allowing the vibrator to slip out so that he could substitute his tongue inside her, tasting.

He hummed against her eventually, pulling out to speak. “That was incredible.”

She agreed. “You have an amazing mouth.”

“Mmm. I’ve also got surgery in five hours, with a three hour drive to get there.”

She frowned. Did he mean he was having surgery, or giving surgery?

She was not to find out. Not right then, at any rate. He got up and dropped something onto her belly, a blue, satin-covered disc.

“What’s this?”

“Leave it there for Thomas to see,” he told her. He rejoined her briefly to steal one last taste. Then he was gone with a kiss and lingering glance a few moments later.

She lay there wondering about the disc, wondering about him, and remembering what Thomas had once said about learning to live with curiosity if she was going to work here.

The man himself cleared his throat from the doorway. She had no idea how long he’d been standing there, watching her trace over sensitized breasts, and finger her still-swollen pussy.

“You ever gonna come back down?” he asked.

“Not by choice.”

He grunted a laugh. “I see he blue-chipped you.”

“Yeah, what’s that about?”

“It means he spends a lot of money at this resort and he’s claimed you as a regular. Safe to say he’ll book the queen fantasy before he leaves, only I doubt I’ll be included next time.”

“I won’t complain. He has a very talented tongue. But I thought he worked here?”

“Worked here?” Thomas frowned at her briefly before his expression cleared. “He doesn’t work here. He’s a neurosurgeon, a friend of mine. He was only here because I asked him to sit in on our trial run. Get his opinion of the setup.”

She shook her head. Trust him to have a motive behind even the smallest details on that set.

He said, “Productive day. We’ve found your headliner act, though it’ll be a pain in Beverly’s ass, trying to book this room with us together and separately when needed.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean the queen bit was definitely an accurate read for you. It suits your talents, your personality, everything. Based on Mr. Mouth’s reaction, I’d say you have a potential hit on your hands. Hell, even I was turned on, and I haven’t felt that in a damned long time.”

She felt something very like pride and triumph at his words, but was quick to check herself. “But did your client enjoy it?”

“Yes. She’s exhausted, and wants to rebook you and me together, next month. We’ll tweak some things, though, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re the servant next time.”

Amanda laughed. “Oh, God. I can hardly wait.”

“Me either. I may get to bend you over that throne after all. But come on, now. Steph sent word that Warnous means to have another go. She wants us in the Hall by seven-thirty.”

She almost asked him who Warnous might be, then realized whom he meant. She and Thomas had met for the first time at the Hall, where she’d witnessed a reclusive rock legend—Robert Warnous—trying to sing on stage, but choking at the last minute.

Thomas, if he knew any details of why such a man would come to Fantasy Heights, had refused to share them. Hopeful for some explanation finally, she allowed him to haul her back to her feet. They returned to wardrobe together and hit the showers, then walked over to the Hall, the resort’s theater, to find it much less crowded than last time. They were late, and would have little time to get settled before the show would begin.

Amanda noticed as they came down the aisle together that nearly everyone turned to watch them. Guarded expressions abounded, and it worried her, what other staff members might be thinking. Thomas was not an easy man. He had a highly polarizing effect on people, and he had set her apart first by commandeering her as his trainee, and now by putting her on the fast track to headliner. His interest in her could land her on many people’s bad sides.

Then again, she wasn’t here to make friends. She wasn’t here to become Thomas’s pet, either, and she sat in uneasy attendance as Thomas took a seat beside her.

On stage, the lights were still low, and remained that way for several minutes. Around them, the crowd began to talk amongst themselves. Thomas followed suit.

“What are you doing after?”

“Moving.”

“Moving?” he echoed.

“I rented a townhouse a couple days ago. It was empty, so the landlord’s letting me move in right away.”

Thomas’s brows went up. “Do you even have any furniture?”

“No, but I ordered some stuff, and if everything went as planned today, I should have a bed and some office furniture by now.”

“And if it didn’t go as planned?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I’ll come back here and spend the night. No big deal. I’m off tomorrow, so I’ll have the whole day to do stuff.”

“Not the whole day,” he reminded her.

At the renewed thought of her anal fantasy coming true tomorrow, her breath caught slightly. She was more nervous about it than she thought she’d be, and with Thomas’s dark eyes fastened onto her that way, she knew he was thinking about it, too. That knowledge had a very unfortunate effect on her heart rate and imagination, and she felt a pang down deep.

Her thoughts rewound themselves to that moment as queen, when she’d had his thick, beautiful cock in her hand, when he’d threatened to bend her over the throne. If only he had followed through.

What was it about him that made it so difficult to separate business from personal? She didn’t want to like him. She didn’t want to care whether he liked her, either. And okay, so she wanted to fuck him, but given the work they did, that was unavoidable, wasn’t it?

Somehow, she had to seize control of this growing problem. Keep him in perspective. She had two choices, she realized. She could either convince him to fuck the fires out, or she could piss him off somehow. Make him want to retreat to arm’s length and stay there, permanently. She’d just gotten out of one doomed relationship and had no intention of entering into anything even remotely like it, now or ever again. She would have to be very frank with him, very straightforward, so things never had a chance to get awkward.

Mustering all her courage, she opened her mouth to call him out, when she was interrupted by a flustered-sounding Steph over the PA.

“Sorry, everyone. It’s not happening tonight. Thanks for coming in.”

Thomas groaned and let his head fall back against the seatback. “Jesus. Will this never end?”

He got up and hurried her into the aisle, through the lobby and outside. They followed a sidewalk all the way to the parking lot. Not that she minded getting out of there quickly, or getting away from him before more trouble could brew itself into frothy chaos. But now a new curiosity had taken hold. “What happened that you’re in such a hurry, all of a sudden?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just getting late, and you’ll have a lot of back and forth if your stuff didn’t show up.”

Snubbed. The man was obviously lying, and miles away already, mentally fixed on something or someone else.

“Goodnight, Thomas,” she told him, firm and dismissive.

“Yeah. And hey, have fun tomorrow.”

Then
he was gone, and she drove into town to let herself into her new home. Her bed and office furniture had been delivered as promised. The housekeeping service had even showed up. Clean bedding awaited. She slept hard and woke late. She’d finished unpacking her scant belongings when Steph called. Her anal fantasy would take place at nine that evening.

Excited, Amanda floated through the remaining hours and presented herself, twenty minutes early, to the lobby of the Palace, the smallest and most exclusive building on the property. Its sumptuous suites were reserved for VIPs and specialty fantasies. Steph greeted her there and instead of leading them on to somewhere else as Amanda had expected, Steph took her upstairs and let them into a beautiful room done up in aqua, navy and cream. It had its own kitchen and living room, a huge bathroom with a hot tub already bubbling away, and the biggest bed she had ever seen.

On top sat a wedge pillow specifically designed to support her body and keep her in position with her bottom high in the air. Next to the bed, a towel-draped cart stood at the ready, presumably bearing the toys her mystery host would use on her tonight.

She smiled, excited for what was about to happen.

Steph let out a quiet laugh. “You can hardly wait, can you?”

“No, I’ve been waiting a long time. But aren’t these rooms usually booked? I mean, it’s pretty extravagant for just a staff member.”

“Well, that’s something I meant to tell you before you get started. I wouldn’t have dared take this away from Thomas normally, but one of the owners asked me for a favor. I had to honor it, you understand, though he feels awkward about the whole thing. You’ll make him feel comfortable, I trust.”

“Wait. One of the owners?” Amanda asked. “I thought you owned the place yourself.”

“Yes. I do. A controlling interest, at least. Two others hold the remaining shares, one of whom is Josh.”

Josh? Her highwayman? He had requested this, claimed her fantasy for his own. The jittery excitement swelled into outright impatience. “Don’t worry. I like Josh. I’ll make sure he enjoys it, too.”

“Good girl. You’ll have fun. Josh was my first anal, way back in college. He knows what he’s doing, so relax and enjoy yourself. And I’m probably singing to the choir, but please exhaust the man. He’s stressed, and needs a breather.”

Amanda nodded. She would take great pleasure in this. All of it.

Steph excused herself and Amanda began to undress, thinking how she could put Josh at his ease. It might not be simple. He wasn’t shy, exactly, but he was far more reserved than she was, and she had no idea whether the spark she felt for him was returned. Still, she felt an all-new rev of excitement. She’d been craving penetration and the feel of a cock deep inside her pussy. Maybe if she made him feel at ease, they would both leave here thoroughly satisfied in every way.