Life was treating him very well these past few days. Jena and her appearance at Bliss had surprised him and now he was enjoying the challenge she still presented. He wanted her to come to his playroom, and he knew she would be making the trip up his winding stairs very soon. He had been insinuating himself within her space on a daily basis, keeping the atmosphere relaxed to keep her at ease with his presence. That did not mean he was comfortable. No, he was living on the edge with a constant hard-on.

  The encounter at Bliss had been the most incredible in his memory. He could still smell her scent on his jeans, and hear her screams of pleasure. Each time he closed his eyes, she was there, naked and strung up just for him. What had stunned him most was when he had been seeing her settled in the elevator. Deciding to leave her a hint of who he was when she had suddenly sank to her knees before him, asking for him to let her suck his cock.

  Shit! He had only meant to leave her with a feel of what was coming her way, but who could have turned down such an offer as the one she had held out to him.

  On her knees before him, she had placed her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide, just like a baby bird looking to be fed. Spider had finished unbuttoning his jeans and placed his knob on her tongue, just inside her mouth.

  Lush, plump red lips wrapped naughtily around his cock, she’d swirled her tongue around the crown before sucking his rod into her mouth. She had actually hummed as she worked on his cock, obviously enjoying the feast he had offered. Spider knew he was both thicker and longer than the dildo he had fucked her with earlier and had felt assured she would enjoy every inch of his piece when he finally thrust it fully into her cunt.

  He had pulled the silver comb from her hair allowing the curls to spill wildly around her head before his hand had thrust in to cradle the back of her head. Spider had stroked a finger up her throat and his little bird had started swallowing down his length. She had taken a good portion but not all of it. That had been fine with him, and he had let her go up and down a few more times before stopping with just a few inches left in her mouth. He’d loved her small mewl at being denied it all.

  Ready to get down to some serious business, like his body's driving need to come, he had used his other hand and worked his length himself.

  Grunting as he went, and enjoying his sweet creature sucking noisily on his cock, his balls had begun to stir, tightening and he’d prepared to launch his seed between her lips. He’d hardened and had threaded both hands in her hair in a bid to control her mouth’s movement on and off his cock. With rhythmic beats, he’d started bringing up cum for her to feed on. She had been greedy, indeed, lapping up every drop that had pulsed through him. The licking of her lips after her treat had been a beautiful and bawdy treat for him. Helping her to her feet, he had not been able to resist one last tickle to her pretty bald pussy before he’d pressed the button, stepped out and had sent the elevator and her back down and home.

  He had not been able to stay away from her for long and went over the next evening. Just seeing her had sent his mind spinning right back to their time at Bliss. It had taken more willpower than he thought he possessed to not march her back to her bedroom right then and there to fuck her mindless.

  The phone call from Bliss concerning a certain patron’s request for a repeat and complete performance had been sweet indeed. He had her exactly where he had wanted her. It was a heady feeling. His parting shot had worked and now she was caught in his crafty web full of erotic promises. The knowledge that he could have her at the drop of a phone call was intoxicating to say the least. Denying her before had been her wishes. Denying her now would be sweet torture indeed. Tomorrow evening, he had planned a working dinner to go over the final details of the charity ball. Any last minute changes would be passed on to her staff. It had been decided that through the evening, Jena would remain at his side. He was collecting her from her door and through the event, until he took her home, his home, to be specific. She would stay with him.

  Saturday night he would feast upon this sweet creature, and there was nothing Jena could do about it except lie back, spread her legs and enjoy his cock.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Finally, the day of the big ball had arrived.

  The party was being held in the Grand Ballroom of the historic Waldorf Astoria. The opulence was from a time gone by but no less impressive, and when asking for ten thousand dollars a plate minimum, it had best be exciting and lush. Three stories of balconies lined the room and offered many private alcoves for people to enjoy the evening. Illumination from the multitude of large candelabras dripping with candles enhanced the dazzling grandeur of the room.

  Heavy sumptuous velvet was everywhere. Deep rich forest green draped from the tables and a soft light mossy green covered the chairs. Each table would be graced with a medieval candelabra, over three feet tall and constructed to resemble a tree with pearl colored tapers, crystal raindrops, and strands of jasmine decorating the boughs. A string ensemble would play during dinner, followed later by a more upbeat band for dancing afterwards.

  During the party, Spider and Jena would be circulating through the wealthy and connected partygoers, encouraging them to donate more. Nobody but the two of them was aware that not only had TS Properties underwritten the party, but also privately, Spider would match whatever they raised.

  Just another tick in the column that made him one of those guys that came around once in a lifetime. There was no bigger turn-on for her than someone who did not need acceptance and kudos from the masses for doing the right thing.

  Resting on the black crushed silk chaise in her bedroom before getting dressed, Jena went over the details of the evening. She listed in her mind possible problems that could arise and what would be the best solution. Mentally, she noted people she knew would give more if they were able to spend a few moments as the focus of their staggeringly impressive host. Next, she revisited details of the strategy she had already formulated hoping to ensure the best opportunity of success.

  Also, she mentally noted a few women it would be best to not leave alone with Spider. Not that he wasn’t trustworthy in the business arena; he just did not do well when temptation was placed before him. The women she worried about had little scruples where they were or whom they were with as long as later they would be able to claim an evening spent in Tilton Spidermach’s bed.

  The red carpet would also be treacherous. Some of the more pithy reporters would be looking to sink their nails into him for a one-on-one, and most of those would also enjoy a little personal extra on the side that would not make the interview reel submitted to their producers. The press would run the gambit from paparazzi to live camera feeds to the big national stations. Written press would also be represented, as would a few internet reporters, every possible media outlet had been invited for the most complete coverage of the event.

  An agreement had been entered with one print and one camera crew. Each would be allowed inside the party after it had been assured they would share with their competition. This way, everyone would be happy, those attending received the attention they wanted, the press received some fodder to feast upon and the public’s insatiable need to live vicariously within the world of the rich and famous would be fulfilled.

  Her gaze drifted toward the open closet where her evening attire awaited her dressing ritual. This was the most stunning item she had ever owned. Originally, her staff had recommended that she approach a few designers to see what they would lend her for the event, but that was not a comfortable proposition for her, so she declined. However, she did seek the advice from a friend, a designer in the fashion industry. She needed professional help to dress her small yet curvy frame so it looked breathtaking.

  The first few dresses Mimi had selected were beautiful but far more revealing than Jena felt appropriate for a working event. They both had instantly agreed when this ensemble came forward. It was sexier than what she would normally have chosen, but it was not obvious or flesh bearing. Mimi and the sales associate had insisted the dress was Jena. On her body, the dress breathed with the perfect hint of sinful sexuality. Their lavish praise made her head swim, and even though she was not sure if she believed every word, she had bought the ensemble.

  Feeling her features were best presented naturally, she usually kept it subtle when cosmetics came into play. Using a soft brush, Jena put just a little blush on her much envied pearl white skin. Naturally curly, intense white blonde hair already twisted into a soft chignon with a subtle wreath perched atop her head giving the impression she wore a delicate branch with berries still intact, only they were small, clear, crystal balls.

  From her earlobes dangled simple teardrops and still awaiting her were six necklaces of varying lengths and textures. The effect of the mixture of crystals in practiced layering resulted in a delicate tangle of jewels. To complete the look, she had selected a beautiful strand of both clear and black

  crystals that rested low on her hips, just beneath her belly, allowing the two lengths to mix within the wrap folds, falling to midcalf.

  Jena felt the accessories were the frosting on the cake. The cake was pure decadence in a deep rich color. The top was a chiffon silk blouse with gently ruffled cap sleeves and a simple band collar, fully buttoned, of course, and falling loosely to her waist. Layered atop that was a matching vest. The vest was of the same material as the blouse and plunged to a deep v, where a dozen small covered buttons ended right above her belly button where it spread out and flowed down from there like a tailed tuxedo coat. There was a delicate lapel that ruffled softly and mixed with the little sleeves. The vest had a series of fine beading, the same color as the blouse, in a random pattern that, with the necklaces, kept the whole top from being totally see-through.

  Below the dainty top was a heavily draped silk velvet wrap skirt that rode low on her hips to the floor, ending in a small pooling train behind. She stood on her usual high-heeled sandals with a strap around her ankle. Beneath her clothing, where she usually chose to express her most wicked self, and tonight was no exception, a simple black satin thong was all she chose to cover her mound.

  For her secret sense of wickedness, she had added a fine chain swathed from one nipple to the other. If she had thought about it before she had dressed she also might have done something about answering her body’s need for release. She had given up on ever hearing from Bliss about her silent lover. The blow to her ego she would get beyond, but it did nothing for her body’s more urgent needs or Spider’s continuing campaign for her body.

  Checking the mirror one last time, she moved to the foyer to gather her black beaded purse, checking to make sure she had remembered to put in a few essentials, and then waited for her escort to collect her.

  A giddy feeling in her stomach grew when the knock sounded on her door. Jena gave herself a firm mental shake, trying to pull herself together. It certainly would not do to show Spider any signs of weakness. Besides, this was work.

  Knock, knock, and knock.

  Standing before her door in a traditional black tuxedo and bow tie, he was eager to get the evening started. His plan began with a surprise gift resting in his pocket, but even before that, he planned on kissing her luscious lips, outing himself as her lover from Bliss.

  Once the door opened, he lost his breath, she was utterly stunning. A goddess in a sensuous pillar of dark purple, her eyes looked bright and huge. He was proud she was to be by his side this evening, writhing on his cock later, and left with no desire to leave him ever.

  “You look stunning.” He offered as he stepped forward and closed the door behind him.

  Reaching for her purse, she looked over her shoulder at him with a small furrow of confusion gracing the space between her delicate eyebrows.

  “Such a look of confusion, do not worry so, sweet creature, all will be perfect but I will be dictating the way this evening goes.”

  “Excuse me, sir?”

  “Put your purse down, Jena, come with me to the couch and sit beside me, we have a few things to discuss.”

  “Sir–”

  “Let us start right there. I am ‘sir’ when we are fucking, otherwise, I am Spider unless I tell you differently, clear?”

  “What?”

  “Are we clear?”

  “Fine, Spider.”

  “Perfect. Now let me clue you in on a few things…”

  With an elegant move, he snaked an arm behind her upper back and twisted her body so she reclined over his lap. He received a wicked thrill with her gasp and moved his other hand to her hip, holding her firmly in place.

  Leaning down until an infinitesimal amount of space separated their mouths, he said, “Shhh.”

  Neither blinked. He closed the gap and laid his lips firmly against hers and, while holding that eye contact, licked the seam separating her plump folds. Feeling them tremble, he pressed an advantage and eased his tongue into her sweet mouth. It took but a moment until recognition flared in her eyes, he felt her stiffen but maintained his hold and fell further into their kiss.

  Wallowing in the pleasure of holding her close, it was a few minutes before he tuned into the small sounds she emoted.

  They were a delightful, joyous music to his ears—soft moans of lust from his little lady.

  Opening his eyes, he gazed down into her face and stroked his tongue across the roof of her mouth before he slowly withdrew it. She wrung a groan from him when she pursed her lips and clasped his tongue as it slowly slid out, instantly reminding him of her kneeling before him and sucking lasciviously on his cock.

  Dropping a last firm buss on her mouth, he pulled back and refocused onto his plan.

  “It was so difficult to be silent that night and every moment since. You have a pussy that I need to meet on a much more personal level.”

  “You say the sweetest things, best watch out before you turn my head.”

  “I plan on turning more than your head, sweet creature. But first, we must get through this evening and to help us both, I have a little gift.”

  Patiently, he waited for her to move her arms from around his neck before handing her the simple small red lacquer box with a white bow dug from his pocket. The slightly awkward position she was in was just about where he wanted her to be, although riding his prick would definitely be better. Watching her unwrap his present was a precious moment for him to enjoy.

  The blush that spread across her face was priceless. What a unique mix she was composed of. Could the nipple pierced, leather wearing, wild woman from Bliss, who had begged to be taken up the ass and pussy at the same time, be blushing over a butt plug?

  Quite simply, yes, and that was his Jena.

  Lifting the crystal bejeweled stainless steel plug from its nest, he grasped it firmly in his hand and started warming it with his heat. His thumb toyed with a ring that circled the plug’s rim. Leaning down, he started kissing her softly, sucking, tugging, and nibbling on the moist delectable lips.

  “Raunchy is how I like my sex, sweet creature, and you are my perfect match. Your mere presence makes my cock hard but the memories of you begging to be fucked have it weeping for attention. It has been a tortuous few weeks and I am going to have a little payback. This small but weighty jewel will adorn this ass until I take it out. And see this ring?”

  After her acknowledging nod, he pulled from his pocket a multi-strand necklace which had a clip on only one end, the others were loose and varied in length, some appeared quite long.

  “This hooks here to the loop in the center of the ring and drops down to move independently of the plug. First, it adds a little more weight, reminding you it is there, and secondly, the silver strands have crystal beads dotting them to whip against you as you walk. If I can’t touch you, then this plug will do it for me.”

  Eyes all soft and doelike looked up at him adoringly as he informed her of the extra adornment she was to wear this evening. Spider knew she was in sensual overload, which was fine with him. He also appreciated the fact that she had not run screaming from his lap or the room. She would be his, no doubt about it.

  Giving her ass a firm squeeze, he chuckled. “Getting wet just thinking about it aren’t you, my sweet creature?”

  The wrap construction of her skirt offered his hand the option to ease in through the fabric opening, stroking along her smooth leg. Softer than silk and smoother than satin, his fingers slid up and down, around behind and back to her side flank.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, little Jena? Your breasts are lush and should always be bare, except for when bejeweled or my mouth is feasting on their red cherry treats. Oh, to see them bounce freely as you dance before me. You are a naughty woman to hide them behind those jackets of yours.”

  A single roughened finger traced the seam between her thighs up beneath her satin thong to her bald pussy, where he wiggled his finger to rest inside her opening. “This charming mound was a great surprise, bare for any to view all your charms. My tongue will need hours upon days to eat its fill, only my cock will never allow another to dominate so much of its time, only he has that option.”

  “Oh, you naughty little miss,” he pulled his finger free and sucked it clean. “Your sweet pussy gifted me with some sustenance and so sweet it is. I am going to be the envy of every man and woman alive with this feast you lay before me.”

  Getting harder, Spider knew the longer they were here, the more hard-pressed he would be to attend his own event, much less try and work the crowd for more money. Giving her ass a sharp slap, he moved to help her stand.

  “Come on, little bird, if we do not make a move soon, we will not be attending this function at all, and everyone be damned.”

 

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