UNSTOPPABLE (Siri's Saga Book 2) (27 page)

I step out of my shoes first, kicking them away with a whore’s attitude, thumping my body to his beat. Next I unzip the skirt, and let it fall to the ground as I unhook my bra. Then I reach around, and pull everything off in one swoop. My tits bounce between us as I shake his hand out of my hair to toss my shirt aside. My hands never stop moving, unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up.

The roses fall on top of my shirt and both of his hands find my hair.

He sings that I knew our love might be tragic, so I didn’t pay it any mind, and we live with no lies. I’m his favorite light. When he repeats the falsetto, I push his shirt off. "Naked now!" I whisper to him as my body pleads for his. But he shakes his head, and pulls my hair as he cinches his hands in deep. He is in control and it’s hot! He tips my face to his. When he sings again that I’m perfect, I’m worth it, I deserve it, I know how to work him, I’ve earned it, I sway with him captivated by his magic. Then he sings about our lonely nights before we found 'us’ and how we both vowed to find each other, but we thought we were broken inside, but instead we became one.
Us. One.
My desire builds, knowing we are only complete and whole when we are together like this. I pull myself against him. When my tits touch his hot skin, my body shivers, making my eyes roll back in my head.
Exquisiteness!
His voice is singing in my ear that I’m perfect. His hot breath blows on my neck. Goosebumps rise. I’m worth it. As he trails a fingertip down to my nipple. The goosebumps follow. I deserve it. "Ah!" I moan and open my eyes when he rolls it around.
You know how to work me.
His hungry eyes are devouring me, all of me.
I’ve earned it.
He trails his fingertip down to my heart. He traces it with his nail, then with soft, little nibbles between the tips of his fingers, he pinches it. "Ah!" I moan.
I’ve earned it.
His fingers slide in me. "Ah!" Then with the rhythm of his dance, his fingers pet me.
I’ve earned it.
My head rolls with his seduction. I lose myself in his music. I lose myself in his song.
It feels fucking good. Really good to be owned by him.
When he sings a vocal run in my ear, I cum for him as easy as I breathe. "Mmmmmmmm" is all I say as my clit delivers up a sweet, effortless orgasm.

"Siri. You’re perfect. You’re worth it. You deserve it. You work it. You’ve earned it." He sings, as I lay my head on his chest, listening to his voice vibrate in my ear. He cradles my head in one hand and the other slides out of my vagina and around the small of my back, pulling me tight against him. I feel his hard, golden rod pressing into me, but I obey his command. I resist the urge to satisfy him. As we sway, he hums the last of the song in vocal runs, then he tells me. "That’s #10 for today, Wild Thang. Did you realize that?"

"No. I lost count. I only remember the places, the smells, the sounds, the way you worked me. You sure know how to show a girl a good time. I love exploring Rome with you." I hear his smile. His hand is rubbing up and down my back, stroking with a firmness like a massage. It’s both relaxing and stimulating.

"The first time I saw you, I knew I would stop at nothing to have you and now that I have you, I will stop at nothing to keep you."

"You are unstoppable?"

"Yes. When it comes to having you, I am. I withdraw your option to leave. You are perfect for me."

I stare up into the face of the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. My eyes tear with the depth of that knowledge and he smiles so sincerely at me. Then the twinkle appears and he grins when he sees it. "So let me get this straight. I’m either with you willingly or you’ll make me your sex slave. Is that right?"

He smirks at me. "That’s not exactly what I meant, but I can work with that."

"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl." I tease him. "But that’s just mean. Now I don’t know which one to choose. Willing or unwilling. Both sound pretty fucking crucial!"

He kisses my eyes. "Close your eyes. It’s time for your surprise."

My eyes close.

"Stay."

"I’m not a dog, Aurei."

"Stay put then." I hear him laughing as he walks towards the desk.

"What are you doing?"

"Keep your eyes closed."

"They are, but what are you doing?"

"I’m getting your surprise."

"Oh goody!" I hear him chuckle. "Hurry! I want to peek so bad!"

"Don’t look. You’ll spoil it."

"Argh! Hurry!" I put my hands over my face to make sure I don’t look. "It’s hard!"

I feel him standing in front of me. The heat from his body touches my skin.
Hmm. The first time when he stood this close to me, I thought he invaded my space. Now this space belongs to him.
"Open your eyes, Wild Thang."

I slide my hands down on my face and peer over the tips of my fingers at him. What I see takes my breath away, then I smile because I haven’t owned my own breath in days and honestly hope I never do again, but Aurei’s look would take it if he didn’t already have it. His eyes hold it and his smile reflects it, soft and beautiful peacefulness.
Contentment. I would be lost without you.
The unspoken words dance between us. "I’ve changed my mind, Aurei."

"You can’t. It’s too late."

"I don’t want a surprise."

"It’s too late." He smirks.

"I don’t want you to shower me with gifts."

He grins. "I’m telling you. It’s too late."

"I’m just happy to be yours. That’s enough for me. You are all I want and all I need."

He laughs and says. "That’s really sweet of you, Siri, but you are gonna change your mind." Then he drops to his knee and my tummy flip flops, diving off a sky scraper.
Holy fuck!

One hand reaches for mine, and the other reaches in his pocket.

"Oh my!" I lose my heart and my composure. "Oh fuck me!"

He grins, in spite of trying to be serious. "Shush! I need to say this, and I fully intend to fuck you later, but now I need you to hush and listen." The touch of his fingers pops me with static.
My heart is beating so fast I think I’m going to fucking faint for sure. "Siri Wright ... I didn’t think I would ever find someone like you. Someone so perfect for me, but I did. You are perfect for me. Will you accept this gift as a symbol that our Us equals our beautiful thang?" He holds up his other hand and dangling from it is a solid gold choker.

"Squee! Oh My Fucking Golden God! That’s gorgeous!" My hand goes to my heart and the other snatches him up. "Oh! Hell yeah! Absofuckinglutely!" I’m laughing away tears.

"When I put this on you, you are not to take it off. I’m the only one who is allowed to do that. When you are Surreal, I understand you can’t wear it, but you will wear it every minute of every day and every time you feel it, every time you see it, every time you touch it, you will know that you are mine and I am yours." He rolls it over. "Before I put this on you, I want you to know this is here." There is an inscription on the back. Xxxxx = Xxxxxx xx

"What does it say?"

"It’s Italian."

"I can see that, but I don’t read Italian."

"I know that." He grins. "It’s a secret for now."

"Ah hell no!"

He chuckles. "Not yet."

"It does not. There are three words there and 'Not yet' is two words. What does it say? Tell me." I laughingly plead.

He chuckles. "I’m not telling you yet."

"I know how Steve feels now." I drop my voice and imitate him. "'Fuck you, man! You and your secrets.'"

He laughs out loud. "I’m still not telling you yet."

I bounce up and down. "Oh I know. Silly me. Us equals our beautiful thang. No wait. That’s four words."

"Be still. Bouncy Thang." He ignores me and holds it open for me.

"If I guess it, will you tell me?" I lift my hair then bow my head to receive it. He lifts his arms as he leans in to hook it. His musk fills my nostrils and I inhale the scent of him. "You smell delicious." I whisper.

"I need a bath." He tells me as he hooks it. "There." He leans back, looking at the necklace. "Beautiful perfection. Just like you."

"Is that the inscription? You equals beautiful perfection?"

"No. Nice try."

"So you WILL tell me if I guess it."

"There’s that damn trickery of yours again."

"Umm hmm. I’m evil like that." I wink as I put my fingers to it. The entire band width is an inch wide. The front is a solid plate and the inscription lays hidden against my skin. The sides are also an inch wide but they are made of interwoven gold chains threaded and braided to form a soft pliable mesh chain. It is designed to flex and move. I roll my neck around testing it. "It feels like ...." I roll my eyes. "Hmm. Like a collar." I smirk at him then roll my eyes and bat my eyelashes.

He laughs. "That’s right." And moves his head fast up and down.

His face sends me into silly, happy giggles. "Good! I love being yours! Truly I do!" I jump on him and hook my legs around his waist. Placing smooches and smooches all over his face, I peck him, then I smack loud and wet three times. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! That’s three big smooches for the three words inscribed no matter they say." I put my nose on his. Our breath mingles and I smell his sweet scent. "Aurei?"

"Yes, Wild Thang."

"I should kiss you right now, but I’m too tuned up!"

"I’ll take another raincheck. I like you owing me. When I collect, it will be epic. I assure you."

I grip him tight with my legs and let go. My torso falls over backwards. "I hope you don’t think I’m tame just because I’m collared." I place my hands on the floor, then I squeeze and flex my pussy.

The girls and I used to tease Cat that this exercise was called Kegel Hell, but she insisted we do it. "It’s the strength in the smallest muscles that will save you from breaking your neck on the pole. Every muscle is essential for a top-dollar performance. Don’t neglect these. You will thank me for them later."

"Fuck, Siri. What you can do with your body is incredible!"

I giggle. "I intend to torture you with my contortions!" I relax, let him go and simply bring my legs to the ground, standing up. I run my finger over the gold plate. "I just had a funny thought." I smile into his hungry eyes. "Maybe you should have looked instead for a shock collar."

"Maybe I should have." We both crack up knowing I really would wear one. "You know, maybe I will, Kinky Thang. Are you ready for the rest of your surprise?" He puts his hands on my shoulders and slowly turns me around.

My eyes blink wide. "Oh My Fucking Golden God! Aurei Moore! It’s gorgeous too!" Hanging from a portable clothes display rack is a jacket length, white fox, fur coat. "This is beyond awesome!"

He slips his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck. "Your heart is too warm and generous. I don’t want you to ever be cold again." He places sweet little kisses next to my new collar.

"I don’t know what to say."

He lifts his head. "Then don’t say anything. Go try it on."

I glide toward it, then realize it is covering something. "There’s more?"

He chuckles. "Yes. There is always more with Moore."

I turn around and flash him a big beautiful smile. "You are earning so many brownie points!"

"That I intend to collect on." He grins at me.

I turn back to the jacket and gently push it open. Inside is a shimmering black and blue toga style dress with only one shoulder and layers of soft fabric draping down into beautiful folds. The fabric is like silk, but not. "It’s beautiful, Aurei." I tell him as I touch it, running my hand into the depths and lifting it to watch the light play on it. It’s iridescent. "It’s absofuckinglutely gorgeous beyond gorgeous." The stitching is small and precise, but not made by a machine. It has been custom designed and sewn by hand. "This is what the lady at the dress store was measuring me for."

"Yes. It is."

I turn around to face him. "You are the sweetest man ... EVER. Thank you so much."

"You’re welcome so much." He opens his arms and I melt into them. His Sugar Bare hug makes my world seem indestructible.

"Where are you taking the luckiest girl in the world in my new dress and coat?" I lay my head back and smile. His eyes begin to twinkle and the crinkle is there.

"Dancing, of course." His smile slides over his teeth and his tongue touches the corner.

"You know how I am when there is a song, a dance floor and an audience." I tease him.

"I know. Unstoppable." He grins then swats my ass playfully. "Go freshen up so I can take my Dancing Diva out for a night on the town."

I giggle. "I like the way you think, Mr. Moore. Truly. I do."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Aurei watches from the chair by the window as I slip into my custom dress. The soft fabric falls against my skin and lays clinging to it like soft tissue. The openness of it is deceiving because of the cut, and the tiny hand stitches that ensure it fits snug, but it’s not binding. It looks for all the world like a small bed sheet tossed over me that barely covers anything, but testing its movement proves everything stays covered. There is no way to wear a bra or panties so I’m naked underneath and that makes me happy. "Aurei, this dress is a work of art!"

"Umm hmm." He says. "The taylor is an old family friend. Her mother was the taylor for my grandmother. They handmade all her ballet costumes."

"I’m honored! It fits like a glove too!" I grin at him as I slip into my black leather stilettos.

The fabric flows off my shoulder and hangs down in large folds then wraps around front and back below my waist. The front angle crosses my thighs mini skirt length and the back angle hugs my butt cheek. That hip is completely covered. The fabric also flows and lays lightly on that breast, while it bridges my cleavage and falls off the other breast half way between my nipple and the outer curve where it then falls open past the hip. There is no back. The key that keeps the front against my pussy and prevents my tits from being exposed, other than a few very well placed pieces of fabric tape, is the cut and stitches that hug my butt. The toga falls straight off the back of the shoulder in large folds, lands and lays on my butt where it then drapes over my ass cheeks and meets the front fabric where it tapers in massive folds and fans out stopping halfway down my thighs.

I twirl around, bend over and touch the floor, then I drop, bounce, flip my hair and roll up. Everything stays in place, and the fabric appears to float around me. It is a gown designed for a red carpet event.

"Umm. You look like a delicious Diva, Wild Thang."

I strut my stuff over to him. "You look like a delicious Dom."

He looks down at his clothes and chuckles. "Dom? Black slacks, a white shirt and a blue bow tie? What’s so Dom about it?"

"It’s the attitude, Sugar Bare. It’s all about the attitude and right now, you are oozing it."

"Oozing, huh? That sounds like something kinky we should try later tonight."

"I’m in." I slink over, then lean over, putting my hands on his thighs. "I do kinky real good!" He leans forward and kisses my lips. I can see his cock is hard so I open his legs and fall to my knees between them.

"No, Kinky Thang. Don’t even think about it. I’ve got bigger plans for us tonight." He grabs a hand full of my hair and keeps me away. I pretend I was reaching for his shirt as I pout my lips and begin to button it. He chuckles, and starts to pile my hair up on my head. "I think you should wear your hair up. I want to see your collar from every angle." He pulls my hair tight, then forces my head back, grinning at me. "What say you?"

"I say you can have it anyway you want it."

"Hmm." He hums. He drops my hair and it billows down around my shoulders. "But then again. I like when it’s natural like this. It looks like a cloud of gold around your head."

"I think a braid would be nice with this dress." I finish buttoning his shirt. "There." I stand up beside him and push him back in the chair so I can start to tie his tie. I turn his collar up and grasp the ends, proportioning them accordingly. "Let’s see if I can remember how to do this. It’s been a long time."

"You are a woman of many talents I see. Why did you learn to tie a bow tie?"

I smile down on him as I work. Not seeing him, but seeing my memory. Aurei puts his hands on my legs and lightly strokes me. "When I was young, my daddy always dressed up for my dance recitals. Not because it was required, but because he wanted to show me how special he thought my dancing was. It was a small gesture, but it taught me that quality gestures even if they are super small can speak volumes about a person or to a person. I eventually learned to tie his tie. To this day, if he and Mama come to see me dance, he wears a tux and a bow tie." I lean back, examining my handy work. "There you go."

He smiles up at me. "Your parents come see you dance?" His hands run up to my ass, but can’t get in due to the design of the gown, so he slides them back down the sides of my legs, and he raises eyebrows in surprise.

"No groping." I wink. "Yes. They come in a couple of times a year to catch a show."

"I’m looking forward to meeting the two people that raised you."

I smirk realizing he doesn’t know all the different ways I dance in Vegas so I give him some background info. "I dance a lot of different venues, not just the stripper runway, Aurei. I dance in one of Bart’s small charity troupes too. We do short reenactments of ballet scenes for example once a month at the senior homes. We do a very small version of Beauty and the Beast for the schools. The kids love it! I also do a mime show that’s really funny. I did it once on the bar at Coyote Ugly. It was such a hit, the owner books me to come back at least twice a year. Now that’s a lot of fun! Any hoo, I always schedule something like that when my folks are in town and give the runway a break. Once they popped in unannounced to surprise me right after I started. We were all scarred by that." I laugh. "It was truly a T.M.I experience."

He laughs. "I bet!"

I back out of his embrace. "Let me get a comb and some clips so you can braid my hair." I leave him in the chair by the window. The sun is fading and I hit the light switch as I go into the bathroom. I dig around my travel bag for my bands and clips, then head back out with them and a can of mousse for him. "Come here and let me do your hair. You’ve got to be looking the part of the hottest man in Italy, if I’m gonna be on your arm in this swank swag." I sit him back down in the chair and comb his hair, then squirt a small dab of mousse and massage it in. I flex my finger tips and rub his scalp in little circles, then I push my palms over his temples and into his hair to make it stand up.

"Ah! That feels good!" He tells me.

"Umm hmm." I kiss his forehead. "You look like a Rock Star!"

"Yeah right."

"You do!" I back away. "Now for the hard part. You get to braid all this." I bend over and comb my long blonde hair out. I put it in a pony tail and wait for him.

"Why don’t you wear it down. I really like it that way."

"It’s not elegant enough for this dress."

"You underestimate yourself, Siri."

I crack up. "I’ve never heard those words before!"

He chuckles. "Don’t sell yourself short. You naturally present yourself as a lady. It’s only when you become Seary, the Sex Pot, you raunch it up a notch. You don’t need to put your hair up in order to be elegant enough for this dress. You just are."

I lift my face to his. "Chicken."

He cracks up. "I’ve never been called that word before either, but yeah, I don’t want to braid all that hair."

"Fine then. I’ll wear it this way." I grab the mousse, squirt a lot in my hand, spread it around, scrunch it up, then flip it.

"Wow!" He says. "That’s full!"

"It takes on a life of its own." I tease him. "Too much?"

"No. Perfect."

"BRB then we can go." I prance off to the bathroom and return the mousse and clips. I decide on soft, dark navy blue eyeshadow in the crease of my eye and along the bottom as a heavy exaggerated liner with a light pale shimmering blue ice color along the lid.
Man, that makes my eyes pop! Sexy girl!
I top the effect off with my blue mascara, knowing Aurei will think of my pussy every time he looks in my eyes.
I almost feel sorry for him. He doesn’t stand a chance.
I grin at myself. My hand touches the gold choker and I wonder what the inscription says.
I know it’s sweet, because he is so sweet! How could anyone call him an asshole.
I shake my head. I dig around for my pale pink lipstick and apply it, then I mash my lips on a kleenex to take the edge off.
Sex Pot!

When I go back into the living room, he is standing at the door with my fur, and his tux jacket draped over his arm. He whistles a cat call. "That makeup is really sexy! Makes me think of that killer picture of Surreal in Clay’s office."

"Aurei, I wish you would reconsider braiding my hair." I tease him as I walk over. "You can’t see my collar from every angle."

"It’s ok. I’ll only be staring at your eyes anyway." He smirks as he pulls open the door and I glide through. "Or at your tits. Or at your ass."

When we step in the hall, his phone dings. He pulls it out to check his text then stops, frowning.

"What’s wrong."

"Franco said there is a line of reporters outside the Hotel."

Now I frown. "How did they find me?"

"That’s just it, Siri. I don’t think they are here for you, not directly anyway. I think they are here for me." He puts his arm around me. "Shit! I hope this doesn’t fuck up our night."

"Why would they be here for you?"

He takes my hand and we walk slowly down the hall. "When my grandfather passed away, the local press ran a story on our family. Long story short, they tagged me as one of the most eligible bachelors in Europe." He smirks, raising his eyebrows. "That’s another reason I quit dating publicly, so I could fly under the radar. Honestly I forgot about it, but the man that bumped into us after dinner is the head of the news channels here. That’s why I didn’t introduce you. I didn’t want to stir up that old story."

"Oh!" I laugh feeling sorry for him. "But you have to know how the paparazzi’s are. They are like sharks circling their next meal. That’s why I live like I do, virtually isolated and alone, but still in control of my life. When I go out, I have to take precautions and Brutus goes with me. If my secret of being Surreal came out, I would never be able to do the little things like the dance troupe again. I would be followed everywhere I go. So I get it. But it’s too late now. You’ve been busted, Bubba." I bump his side and give him a sideways grin as I cut my eyes at him, then I tell him sincerely. "Everything about your life changes when the spotlight shines on you, Aurelius. Best to just face the music and dance with it." He cuts his eyes at me. "Not literally." I roll my eyes back at him. "But you will def need to hire a publicist to handle the media’s coverage of you."

He pushes the down button for the elevator. "Affirmative, but we have to get through tonight. Maybe we can slip out the back."

The elevator arrives and we enter. We are alone and he leans against the back wall. Staring up at the ceiling, breathing in and out, I feel his tension. I know he is dreading this. "I know you would like to try to sneak out, but they will have all the exits covered. Aurei, you have to trust me on this. The more you try to hide, the bigger the prize is for the person who gets the best picture. If they don’t get it here, they will chase us. I’m sure they already have feelers posted all over town and the photographers will show up wherever you are. That’s just the way it is when the spotlight is on you."

"What do you recommend then?"

"Give them a show." I smile at him. "Nothing dramatic. Just simple posing and preening. You got swag. Don’t worry. They will eat it up. Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine. Let them take all the pictures they want. Give everyone equal access."

"Damn." I see his jaw set. "I’m taking you dancing tonight! Sharks or no sharks!"

"Then dancing we will go. We just have to feed them a little. It’s the first pics so they will be busy posting them. That’s a good thing for dancing. Text Franco to let them in the lobby and we will parade past them. That way, they won’t be close to their cars and we can lose them when we leave."

"Do I have a choice?" He takes his phone out to text Franco.

"Nope. You need to be respectful of them. They have a job to do. And remember, if the press turns on you, they can damage not only your reputation, but the reputation of your company and even your family. There are a lot of people depending on you. You have to take the press seriously and learn to swim them."

"Wise Thang." He smiles.

When the elevator doors open, he steps out first with his coat on and my fur draped over his arm. He walks to the top of the stairs, pauses, making sure he has everyone’s attention, then he comes back to the elevator, leans back in and offers me his hand. I wink. "You couldn’t stay Mr. Untouchable forever. They knew that. They knew you are a fucking fantasy dream come true for some lucky someone. Introduce them to her. I’m ready for them." He pulls me gently to him then leans down with puckered lips. I giggle and give him a light touch with my duck lips. "Mwah" Then I wipe it off. "Can’t have pink lipstick on you."

He grins. "I’m the lucky one, Siri Wright." He steps back and draws me with him.

"Showtime." I toss my hair back and assume a Princess persona. When I step out, head high, shoulders back, I am the millionaire woman of the billionaire man with a million dollar smile. His finger tips graze mine, then he grasps a couple and lightly holds them as we walk to the top of the stairs. Immediately the flashes from the cameras begin. He says to me as he ignores me, smiling for them. "Your collar looks beautiful on you."

When we stop at the top, I turn to face him and he turns too, drawn to my smile and my words. "This is our collar. It represents 'Us’ and this beautiful thang." His finger tips slip more firmly between mine and his thumbs stroke my hand.