The Sunday Arrangement (28 page)

What surprised me was
that he still hadn’t taken off my panties. He moved the ice over the material
of my panties, and I could feel the excess water spread in the material as it melted.
The cool sensation spread over my hot labia lips and excited my clit. It wasn’t
the intense cold I was anticipating. With his long fingers he pulled the
panties aside. I could hear the sound of ice moving against his teeth. At
first, I felt the direct contact of the ice moving along my clit, and it made me
jump.

After a minute, he replaced
the cold with the tip of his tongue that was also cool from the ice, but soon
it warmed up. He alternated between the ice and his tongue, moving them all
over my pussy, but ignoring my clit. It was both wondrous and agonizing, having
him move back and forth between the two sensations. I found myself becoming
very vocal, and I desperately wanted my hands to be free so that I could run my
hands through his hair and push him against me more.

I moaned. “Please,
Pierce, stop teasing. I can’t take much more.”

He laughed softly,
but said nothing. He moved the ice against my clit now, and my legs jumped. It
was colder there than it had been on the other parts of me. His arms came up to
hold my legs, to keep them from tightening around his head like they were trying
to do. Cold to hot against my clit. It sent bursts of pleasure through me from
my toes to the tips of my fingers. I no longer had control over what my body did,
and it felt as if my body was moving on its own accord to the pleasure he created
at my core. I came, and I came hard. He continued to use his tongue against my
clit until my orgasm calmed down and I could breathe again. “Oh my God,” I
whimpered. “Oh my God.”

He moved off the bed
again, and I heard him rustling around in his clothes. Seconds later, he was back
in bed with me. This time he swirled something soft around my nipples. I couldn’t
figure out what it was. It felt amazing. My sense of touch had been heightened
by not being able to see. The tip of whatever he was using was stiff, but
nevertheless very soft. He kissed me softly and moved the item along my lips and
cheeks. It felt more intimate to me now. He leaned to one side of the bed. I heard
the sound of the whipped cream can.

“Don’t lick your lips
yet,” he commanded as I felt him put some of the cream onto my lips. He sprayed
cream on each of my nipples. I lifted my ass as he pulled my panties off.
Whipped cream then went onto my pussy. He put the cream down with a clunk on
the floor and licked the cream off. Still extremely aroused from my last orgasm,
I was sensitive to his every touch. The subtle flicks of his warm tongue caressed
me and quickly brought me within inches of another one, but he stopped just
before release overtook me. I groaned with longing, and he moved back up my
body to lick the now-melting cream from my nipples. Last were my lips. He took his
time kissing me. The cream tasted so sweet, so delicious. But it was nothing
compared to the taste of his luscious lips. I pulled at my binds, and I wanted
to be able to kiss him back with my arms wrapped around his neck. Soon all
trace of the sticky cream was off my lips.

“Now it’s my turn,”
he whispered in my ear. I shuddered as his hot breath hit my neck. He moved off
the bed again for a moment, and I heard my bedside table drawer open. He was
back on the bed within seconds. He repositioned my legs so that they would rest
on his shoulders. I could feel him position his cock at my center, and I braced
myself in anticipation of his large offering. Forcefully, he pushed himself
into me. The pleasure within me exploded as I took in the full length of him.
Immediately, he began to thrust with intensity.

I pushed my hands
into the headboard to keep from hitting my head. I could hear his heavy breathing
as he picked up the pace and thrust into me harder. He brushed against my clit
with every other thrust and soon the dormant orgasm was surfacing once more. I
came again, milking his cock for all it was worth. He moaned over me and soon came
himself.

“Oh shit,” he
whispered. “Shit, you feel so good.”

His movements stilled
as he collapsed on the bed. After a few minutes of ragged breathing, he
released the scarves. With my hands free, I removed his tie and the scarves
from around my wrists. He was already drifting off to sleep. I couldn’t help
but feel pleased that he wasn’t in such a hurry to leave my condo.

~*~*~*~

When I woke up the
next morning, he was gone, as I suspected he would be. My bedroom looked like a
scene straight off the strip of Vegas, which was only appropriate. My panties
were on the floor, my corset along the far wall. The whipped cream was on the
floor next to a feather. I smiled, realizing that’s what he used on me. Amazing
what one little feather could do. I got up from the bed and took a shower; my
sides were still sticky from the whipped cream.
I wondered what he had planned
for this upcoming Sunday.

The week coming up
would be a hectic one; we had the presentation to give in order to win over the
shareholders and the other interested parties. It would make or break our
budget for the casino, and we needed a big budget in order to bring Pierce’s
vision to life.    

Chapter Twenty

I walked into the
office Monday morning, and Pierce, for the first time since I started working with
him, looked panicked. He was hunched over a stack of papers, looking confused
and pathetic.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He shook his head.
“April sent me a text this morning saying that she quit. That she couldn’t take
working with me any longer and that I’m a scumbag.” I set my suitcase on the
table and laughed. Typical April, sounding so very unprofessional by airing her
personal feelings. “Well, she’s got a point there. I mean, the girl was in love
with you for Christ’s sake. She even cleaned your apartment when she was there!”
I sat down at the table. “Is that the only thing that has your panties in a wad
this morning?”

“After that she sent
another text saying she hadn’t called any of the Maverick partners to set up
the meeting,” he continued frantically. “The meeting is supposed to be tomorrow.
What am I going to do now?”

I frowned. “I’ll call
Monica, my assistant, and have her contact the partners from Maverick Corp. Hopefully
she’ll be able to patch things up so that they won’t be too mad that the
meeting was made last second.”

He looked almost
relieved when I took out my cell phone to make the call to Monica.

Afterwards, I told
Pierce, “She said she’d take care of it and not to worry. The meeting will still
be on for tomorrow. They may not be too happy about it, but they’ll be here.
That’s all that matters.”

He breathed a sigh of
relief. “I don’t know what’s gotten into that girl. I thought she understood
what we had going on.”

“She’s young, Pierce.
She probably thought you two would end up getting married.”

“Then what changed?
Why does she all of a sudden think I’m a scumbag?”

“The other night when
we had the threesome, she woke up to you holding me and not her. She took that
to mean that she’s not as important to you as she thought she was . . .”

He tossed the papers
on the table. “That’s just crazy. I never did anything to show her that I was
interested in anything other than sex.”

I shrugged. “Most
women try to find meaning and affection in the smallest of things, like you
taking her to dinners and clubs. She probably took a hug or a hand on the lower
back as something it wasn’t.”

He looked at me sideways.
“Do you do that?”

“I knew what I was
walking into when I agreed to this thing we have going on. I know that I
shouldn’t expect anything more.” It was true—I shouldn’t expect anything more.
Now, if only I could believe the words I had just spoken so confidently. Really,
I was just as bad as April, constantly looking for more in some of his actions.

He looked down at his
hands. I tried to make sense of the emotion on his face but then shook my head.
I was over-thinking again.

“We should go over
the presentation again, make sure that everything looks right and that we know
what we’re going to say to convince them,” I said, breaking him from his
reverie.

“Yes, we should do
that.”

We spent half the day
perfecting the presentation and our speeches. Pierce spent the rest of the day
trying to find a last-minute assistant from the company who could work for him
while he was still in Las Vegas. I hoped this one would be infinitely less
annoying . . . and less attractive.

~*~*~*~

The presentation day came
and even though I’d done this at least a hundred times for Hart Corp, I was
still nervous. I always had a tiny fear of speaking in public. It usually went away
once I got started, but up until I started speaking, it would wrack my stomach
to the point I refused to eat until it was over.

Monica came through
for us. All the partners we needed and then some showed up, and none of them complained
about having to come at the last minute. I made a note in my phone to give her
a raise and an extra bonus come Christmas; she’d earned both for completing
this monstrous task without complaint.

The presentation went
well. Pierce and I covered everything, from our initial goal, what we wanted to
offer guests, and how the casino would look. We covered other areas of
potential prizes and how we would market it so that people of all types could gamble,
pay for spa treatments, and other things.

Most of our partners were
willing to invest in the project; the few that were hesitant we won over by
answering their questions and offering them all free hotel service and spa
treatments for themselves and their immediate families. Our budget was high
enough that we could have the luxury of buying the more expensive materials and
hiring a professional staff. We would be the talk of Las Vegas for years; I had
no doubt about this.

That night Pierce and
I went out for a victory dinner at one of the black-tie restaurants in town. I wore
a forest-green chiffon gown that just barely touched the floor. My hair was set
in an elegant up-do braid. Pierce looked handsome in his tails and black bow
tie. The place was beautiful with white granite floors and huge crystal
chandlers. A live orchestra played soft songs from many well-known composers
with grace and harmony. The food was divine. I’d eaten at many restaurants like
this in my lifetime, but this was by far the best when it came to the food.

There was only one
thing bothering me, however. I felt as if we were being watched, but I couldn’t
tell from where and this made me uneasy. I guessed that Pierce noticed, too,
because he asked me to dance with him. I accepted, but I was nervous. It’d been
years since I’d had dancing lessons, and I was fairly certain that the song
playing was a waltz.

I let him lead as we
danced. I hadn’t danced with anyone like this in years. I was surprised at how
easily it came back to me as we danced together. It was fun. As we moved across
the floor, I looked around the room. I wanted to find the person who was watching
us. There were so many people watching couples dance it was impossible to find
the set of eyes watching only me. I frowned.

“What’s wrong? Is my
dancing that terrible?” Pierce asked.

I shook my head.
“Your dancing is fine. I just can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching
us.”

“It’s good to know
that I’m not the only one feeling that.”

I pulled out of his
arms. It was probably someone from the tabloids, and I didn’t want them making
up something about us to put on the front cover of all the gossip magazines.

Pierce held me
tighter. “If it’s the tabloids, my father will take care of it. All we are
doing is dancing, not kissing or dancing close together.”

I still felt unsure,
but allowed it anyway. We danced for three more songs before we both decided to
leave. We went our separate ways going home and the feeling of being watched went
away. I tried to reassure myself that it was nothing to worry about.

~*~*~*~

The rest of the week,
we set up the budget and let my brother know he could start getting a team
together. He’d have to move out to Las Vegas for at least a year while the
building got under way. That meant Margret and the kids would have to move out
with him too, once the baby was able to fly.

My father was
thrilled that all the partners on both sides chose to invest. But I had a hard
time talking to him, now that I knew all the details of his shady past. I wanted
to talk to my mother about it, but it wasn’t exactly something that could be
discussed over the telephone. I wanted to sit with her face-to-face when I
brought it up. I had so many questions to ask her, but I’d have to wait to bring
them up.

Soon Sunday night
came, and I met Pierce at his place. He hadn’t sent me any type of clue as to
what he’d planned, which made me even more excited. He let me in and led me to
the kitchen. On the counter was an assortment of food: strawberries, oysters,
chocolate and caramel sauce, whipped cream, and cherries. Off to the side were
two flutes filled with champagne. Next to them his phone vibrated as I came in.