16. Weston
“Are you dodging my calls, handsome?” Natalie’s raspy voice interrupts my lunch. I look up from my phone to see her leaning over my table, her blouse gaping open.
“No, just been busy is all. How’d you know where to find me?”
“Called your secretary. She said you were at your usual and I remember we met here a few times for some postcoital sustenance.” She drags her teeth over her bottom lip as she takes a seat across from me, crossing one leg over the other.
How the fuck did I ever find this woman attractive?Her overtly sexual prowess now turns my stomach.
“I wasn’t sure if some mousy little schoolteacher was taking up all your attention.”
I don’t acknowledge her comment with a response. “What can I do for you, Natalie? What does Nile want clarification on?”
She reaches into her satchel and produces a manila envelope. “They have some basic demands; they want to make sure their current employees stay and their pensions, vacation, wages, etc. stay the same. There are a few other odds and ends I’d have your legal team look over.” She slides it across the table to me.
“Will do. When do they want an answer?”
“End of the quarter at the latest.” She doesn’t leave. She folds her arms over her chest and I know something’s coming. “So my parents mentioned seeing your parents down in the Bahamas, said they played with Daisy. They didn’t mention seeing you but based on your sun-kissed glow, I’d say you were also there.”
“I was. I stayed on my yacht.” I take another bite of my steak, waiting for her to get to her point.
“You should have told me. I would have kept you company.” She runs her finger over the rim of my glass like it’s supposed to be sexy but it’s actually gross.
“I was drinking out of that.”
“Oops.” She gives me a coy smile.
I drop my fork and knife, wiping my mouth and tossing my napkin on the table. “Look, Natalie, I know we had some fun in the past, but we both agreed that’s all it was, all it would ever be. I think we both know it was born out of loneliness on my part after Mira died and for you, after your divorce. That being said, I thought it made it pretty clear when I didn’t respond to your last text after reaching out to you. It’s not only unethical but a conflict of interest with this deal between me and Nile.” I try to say it as clear and straightforward as possible without sounding like an asshole.
“Well”—she sighs dramatically—“good to know you pick and choose where your ethics lie.”
“Meaning what, Natalie?” I don’t attempt to hide my exasperated tone. I always knew it was a fucking mistake to hook up with her. I wanted to say as much right now, but this deal is at risk and I’m not looking to lose it.
“Meaning it seems like it would be unethical to screw your daughter’s teacher but what do I know?”
“You’re right, you don’t know.”
“Oh please, Weston, I saw the way you looked at her the other day when I walked in on you two. You used to look at me that way.”
That makes me laugh. I stand up, grabbing the envelope she brought for me. “I never looked at you that way, Natalie. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“So what? I’m just tossed aside now that you found a younger, boring woman to entertain you for a minute? It would be a real shame if the school knew about you two.”
I stop in my tracks. If there’s one thing I don’t take kindly to, it’s threats. “You knew what it was between us from the beginning so don’t you dare try and turn this around and play fucking victim. In fact, you sought me out and threw yourself at me when I was grieving. So be a big girl and get the fuck over it. You made your bed, Natalie.”
* * *
“You look beautiful.”I stand up from Daphne’s couch as she walks out into her living room.
“Is it too much?” She spins around in the red silk dress that lays perfectly against the shape of her body.
“Are you kidding me?” I grab her hand and pull her toward me. “It’s going to get you fucked in the car on the way to dinner if that’s what you mean by too much. Otherwise, no, you look breathtaking.” It sits just off her shoulders, her delicate collarbones on display. I run my tongue over one, my hand resting against her neck. “Are you hungry?”
“Mmm, yes.”
“Good, me too. You’re going to be my dessert.” A knock on the door interrupts me. I look at Daphne who looks just as confused as me. The knock sounds again, only louder.
I walk to the door, looking through the peephole before pulling it open. A short, disheveled man in a green beanie is standing in the doorway.
“Who are you?” he demands, attempting to look past me. “Daphne? Daphne, are you in there?”
“Steve?” She appears behind me but I hold out my arm.
“Who the fuck are you?” I step toward the man.
“Daphne, are you okay? I saw this man enter your apartment earlier. Should I call the cops?”
“No, Steve, it’s okay. I know him.” Daphne calmly answers him, but I don’t like the way this guy is looking at her.
“Why are you watching her apartment?” I ask, stepping toward him.
“Baby.” Daphne grabs my arm and I turn to look at her. This is the first time she’s called me that. This is the first time she’s called me any term of endearment.
“Baby?” Steve repeats, his eyes darting from her to me, then back to her. His face glows red as he balls his hands into fists. He turns around, stomping back to his apartment, muttering something before slamming the door.
“What the hell was that?”
“I told you about him. He asks me over for movies and stuff.”
“That’s the harmless guy? You’re giving him way too big a benefit of the doubt.”
“Come on, don’t let it ruin our night.” She presses her hands to my chest, reaching up to kiss me.
“Oh, before I forget.” I reach into my suit jacket and pull out the envelope. “Cash for your services on the trip. I figure you don’t want to carry it around all night and neither do I.”
She reaches out and takes it slowly. “This feels so wrong. I barely watched Daisy on the trip. Can’t we just call it a favor instead and you keep the money this time?”
“Fine,” I say, slipping it back into my pocket. “But for the record…” I grab a handful of her ass. “I would pay a hundred times what’s in this envelope for the way you sucked my cock on that trip.” I reach around her to close her apartment door, double-checking it’s locked when movement catches my peripheral vision. I glance over to her neighbor’s door that quickly shuts.
Was he watching us?
We head downstairs to my waiting car and go to dinner, but I have no intention of letting things with Steve go. I can read people and that guy isn’t harmless.
“Wow, I had no idea this place was here.” We step down off the street through a hidden door and into a jazz club. The lights are dim, the ambience romantic as the sultry voice of a woman on stage fills the room.
“Evening, Mr. Vaughn,” the owner greets me, taking us to a quiet circular booth in the far back of the club. It’s secluded but we can still see the stage in the small room. We place our drink orders with the waiter.
“I love the velvet.” She runs her hand over the tufted material of the booth. “This place is like a throwback.”
“It used to be a speakeasy during prohibition actually. The owner, Les Palmer, his grandfather started it, then his father ran it and now he does. It’s a jazz club but on the weekends like tonight, they also have cabaret.”
“So is this your go-to date spot?” She gives me a cute look but I know she’s being serious.
“No, baby.” I place my hand on her thigh beneath the table. “I’ve never brought any woman here.” I see it register on her face. Without saying it, I just told her that I never even brought my wife here. Mira didn’t enjoy things like this; she also wouldn’t enjoy the seduction of cabaret, even if it’s classy and the women don’t get completely nude.
“Here you are,” the waiter says, placing our glasses down. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” I nod and take a sip of my scotch.
“This is delicious.” Daphne sips her champagne cocktail. “How’s your scotch?”
“You know, it’s missing a little something.”
“Soda?” she says innocently and it makes me chuckle.
“No, something sweeter.” I lean in, running my hand up her thigh. “May I?” She looks at me, unsure.
“What?”
“Open your thighs for me.” She glances around the room. “Don’t worry, nobody is looking.”
“Um, are you sure?”
“Look at me, Daphne.” I reach with my other hand and turn her face back toward mine. “I need the taste of you on my tongue. You want to please me, don’t you?” She gingerly relaxes her legs and I slide my fingers beneath her panties, stroking up and down her slit and around her nub.
I kiss her exposed shoulder, up her neck to her ear while my fingers toy with her. “Keep your hands flat on the table.” She uncurls her fingers, flattening them out. “You get so wet for me so quickly. Have you been like that for other men?” I plunge both fingers inside her as she gasps.
“No.” She fights curling her fingers tight as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I can tell she’s close but she’s not letting herself relax enough to get there.
“I need you to come, baby.” I pump deeper, faster. I pull back, looking in her eyes. “Don’t hold back. I want your sweet, sticky cum on my fingers.”
“I-I—” She doesn’t get the chance to say it before I feel her flood my fingers.
“Good girl.” I pull them out slowly and bring them to the edge my glass, rubbing her release on it. I reach back between her thighs, dipping my fingers inside her again, then bring them back to the glass. She stares at me, her eyes heavy as I pick up the glass and bring it to my lips, taking a sip. “So much better.”
“You’re kind of kinky.” I’m surprised to hear her say it, but it makes me smile.
I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and slip it beneath the table and between her thighs to wipe her clean. I bring it straight to my nose and inhale. “Does it bother you?”
“No.”
“Everyone has little kinks, even you, Daphne. What’s one of yours?” I lean back, my arm draped around her as I sip my drink. She tilts her head, tapping her finger against her glass as she thinks.
“I don’t think I have any, or at least I’ve never explored any.”
“Have we done anything that’s been particularly exciting for you? Made you curious about something else?”
“I—” She stops herself. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to like it.”
“There’s no rules about what turns you on as long as it’s consensual and not illegal.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s necessarily kinky but I like when you push my limits. Like just now. I like when you tell me what to do. I never would have thought about someone,” she lowers her voice, “fingering me in public or bending over the sink like in the bathroom at O’Malley’s.” Her face grows red as she takes a sip of her drink.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me, it’s a huge turn-on for me that you let me boss you around, that you trust me with control, even if you think you don’t trust me.” I wink at her and she laughs.
“I also have this other thing that I think I’ve always wondered about but—you’re my first.”
She piqued my curiosity. “Your first?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
“Older men.”
“Ahh, seventeen years,” I say, reminding her of our age difference. “You know, technically, I’m old enough to be your father. Daddy issues.”
“Is that a bad thing?” She blushes as she twirls the stem of her glass between her fingers.
“Not if it excites you. I said I don’t think we should be shamed for what excites us, unless it harms someone else.”
Then tell her what you really want, coward.
“What other bad things do you want to do to me?” She looks down at her drink when she asks the question.
Get you pregnant.
Part of me wants to be that honest with her, just to see if she’ll run screaming or if it would excite her too. The other part of me is still trying to rationalize where this fantasy comes from. Mira and I planned Daisy, but it was never a kink for me, never something that got me off or made me feel like a fucking out-of-control caveman when I thought about my seed growing inside her. But with Daphne, the thought of seeing her belly swollen, knowing she was growing our child inside her has me ready to throw caution to the wind and act irrationally.
“Look at me.” Her eyes meet mine. “After we finish dinner, I’m going to fuck you in this booth.”
“What?” Her smile fades.
“Fucking you with my fingers in public was just the appetizer of my kink, baby.” Her eyes grow wider. I brush her hair from her shoulder as I detail what I want to do to her. “I want to watch you lose yourself in ecstasy in a room full of people who have no idea you’re getting your tight little cunt stuffed with my cock. I want to feel you quiver and tremble in my lap as you ride me.”
I look to my right to see our waiter approaching. “Evening, sir. Will you both be dining tonight?” I put in our order and we go back to sipping our drinks and enjoying the music until our food arrives.
“Are you going to deny me, Daphne?” I lean back in my seat after finishing my steak and run my fingers over her shoulder. “Or do you trust me to handle you discreetly?”
“Has exhibitionism always been your thing?” She doesn’t answer my question.
“Yes and no. I’ve always wanted to explore it, to know my partner trusts me enough to pleasure them in public. The idea of watching you so lost in how I’m making you feel that you don’t care what else is happening around you factors into that idea of my control over you.”
“The idea of it? So you’ve never done it before?”
“No, I haven’t. Besides bending you over the sink, that’s as public as it’s gotten for me.”
Her cheeks redden at the mention of our escapades the other night. “Did that turn you on? Me fucking you roughly in a public restroom?” She nods her head shyly. “Me too.” I run my lips softly over her shoulder. “I want to know you’re mine, Daphne—to touch”—I kiss her skin softly—“taste”—another kiss—“tease”—this time I bite her gently—“and fuck whenever and wherever I want.” I pull back when I see our waiter approaching the table, letting the words linger between us.
“May I have another?” she asks, pointing to her almost empty glass when he clears our plates.
“Of course. Sir?” He nods toward my empty glass.
“No, thank you.”
I run my hand up her exposed arm, and she nervously drills her fingers on the table. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet?”
She nods, taking a generous sip of her cocktail, finishing it. I grab her free hand, dragging it to my lap where my cock is already at full mass. Her eyes drop down as her fingers gently squeeze me.
“Harder, baby.” She obeys, my balls tightening as my head lulls back. I feel her hand release me as she pulls down my zipper, sliding her hand inside my pants and underwear to stroke me bare. “Oh goddamn,” I groan. I lift my head to tell her how good it feels when she slowly lowers her head beneath the table, wrapping her lips around me. I clench my jaw so tight to keep from shouting as she bobs her head up and down my length. I grab the back of her neck, pressing her head down a little further, praying I don’t blow early. I turn my attention back to the room, the dancers on stage occupying everyone else’s attention as I lean back a little further. I watch as sweet schoolteacher Miss Flowers deep throats my cock in public, her pink lips stretched wide to take my girth.
“You look so fucking good with a cock in your mouth. Look at you, taking me deep, getting me ready to stretch that tight little pussy of yours.” I can’t take it any longer; I’m seconds from blowing. I yank her off me, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her onto my lap. The booth is deep in the corner. I situate us so that her legs are straddling mine.
“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart.” I press her back to me. “Nobody will know my cock is stuffed deep inside you.” I reach down between us, lifting her dress and pushing her panties to the side. “Lean forward.” She obeys and I line myself up to her entrance. “Lean back.” She gasps, inching her way slowly back onto me just as our waiter approaches with her fresh cocktail.
“Here you are, miss.” I nod to him as he places the drink down in front of her. Daphne’s fingers dig into the tablecloth as she attempts to act natural. Her face is flush, her eyes wide, her lips swollen.
“Do you think he had any idea that I’m inside you?” I lean back, pushing her forward so that she’s leaning partly over the table. My hands are on her hips as I slowly start to push myself in and out of her. I grip her waist, my other hand reaching up to gently wrap around her throat, pulling her back to my chest. “You are a very naughty young lady, you know that? Sucking my cock like that. Getting so wet your pussy was throbbing for me. Allowing me to fuck you in public. Tsk, tsk.”
“Ohhh, it feels so good,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in what I’m doing to her.
“You know I really shouldn’t be doing this to you; I’m far too old for you, Daphne.” I pull her down onto my cock harder. “You shouldn’t want to fuck a man old enough to be your dad.” Her mouth falls open as she pushes against the edge of the table. She’s completely lost in her desire; lust has overtaken her. Any apprehension or nervousness about getting fucked in a public setting is gone. “You shouldn’t let me use you like this.”
I look up to see our waiter walking toward us. He makes direct eye contact with me as I have my hand around Daphne’s throat, her mouth hanging open, eyes closed as she moans. I shake my head at him slowly and he gets the message, turning around and walking the other way.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please, I’m so close.”
“Did you ever start your birth control?”
“Yes but-but,” she says, struggling to form a sentence, “I forgot this morning.”
I squeeze her throat a little tighter, my balls tightening as I pump into her two more times. “Good.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but I do, just as I finish inside her and she follows a second later.
I help her off my lap, tucking myself back into my pants before paying the bill and ushering her into the back of my car.
“Where are we going?”
“My place.”
“But Daisy? I don’t think?—”
“Let me worry about that. You thought after watching what you did to me tonight I was going to be done with you?” I hit the button to lift the divider in the back of the car. “I’m just getting started with you.”
By the time we make it back to my place, Daisy is already asleep. My mother gives me a look as she steps into the elevator, the same look she gave me that night on my yacht.
“Don’t break her heart,” she says beneath her breath before the doors close. I walk back through the foyer to where Daphne’s standing, looking out the window.
“This view is insane.” She points to the city down below.
“Come here.” I take her hand, leading her through the penthouse, up the stairs to my bedroom. “I’ll give you a tour of the place tomorrow but for now, I need you all to myself.” I help her out of her dress before removing my suit. I walk her into the shower, taking my time to wash her body.
“I’m sorry.” Her words are soft as she trails her fingers over my chest where marks from her fingernails still remain.
“Don’t be. I like seeing them.” I hold her finger, tracing the marks before dragging them over to the marks on my sides. “Makes me want to mark you.” I lean forward, biting her breast softly at first, then harder till she gasps, her hands gripping my biceps.
“I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
“You don’t need it.” I pull the towel from her body that she wrapped herself in and kiss her, walking her backward to my bed. The same bed no other woman has been in besides Mira.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I kiss my way up her body. “Tell me no other man gets to touch you like this.” I bury my face in her neck, pulling her hands over her head to pin them to the pillow. “Tell me you want this too.”
I take my time exploring her body, kissing every single inch before I spend the next hour buried inside her. I go slow, searching her eyes to see if she feels what I feel. To see if she can feel what’s happening between us.
I’m terrified to say it, to tell her I’m falling in love with her. I use my body to convey what my mouth can’t. She has to know; she has to see that this isn’t just fucking, it’s making love.