DrillingDownDeep (11 page)

“Since I want to continue the relationship, I’d like you to
be tested.” He rummaged in the drawer of the desk and handed her a card. “Miss
Prentiss can make the appointment for you if you like.”

She glanced at the card. It was for a Dr. Wrigley.

“He’ll get the results to me as quickly as he can and we’ll
go from there.”

“So you don’t want to sleep together again until you make
sure of my purity? Fine with me.”

He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, nipping at her,
thrusting his tongue inside, sucking her own, so hard that she was dazed with
it by the time he lifted his head and whispered, “I know you’re not pure,
despite your angelic-looking face. I just want to make sure you’re not carrying
anything. And until I get the results, I’m not keeping my hands off you. Hell
no. I’ll use a condom. Then when I can, I’m going to fuck you barebacked so
often and for so long you won’t be able to stand for a week.”

She jerked her head away. “Fuck you.”

“You need a new line.”

“What about pregnancy? Aren’t you afraid I’ll get pregnant
and trick you into a lifetime of extravagant child support?”

“That’s another thing Dr. Wrigley will do. He’ll give you an
injection of Depo-Provera, the birth control shot. That way I can be assured no
‘accidents’ will happen.”

“Or you could get a vasectomy.”

“Believe me, I’ve thought about it.”

“Fine. I’ll see your doctor. But I can make my own
appointment. I don’t need a secretary to do it.”

“See that you do.” When she was fully dressed, tying the
tails of the shirt around her waist, and almost to the door he called out, “And
welcome back to my bed,
Shelly
.”

She turned to him, truly shocked after all this time.

“I never forget a fuck,
Vanessa
. Those little sounds
you make as my cock pounds into you. They’re very distinctive. You had me
fooled at first with your coloring on the rig, but when I saw your tits naked
again, kissed you on the rig, I knew.”

“You knew when you asked me to be your mistress?”

“Of course. I never buy anything without thoroughly checking
out the merchandise first. One night can be a fluke. When I fucked you on the
rig, I knew you were worth it.”

“So what?” she said aggressively.

“So were you planning to plant a bomb that night at the
hotel too and got distracted? I’m flattered.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She continued to the door, but he
moved quickly to block it.

“What were you doing picking me up that night?”

She shrugged. “I felt like it. It was ridiculously easy to
do. I’m surprised you haven’t found another mistress yet. You’re very
indiscriminate.”

“
Indiscriminate.
Now you sound like Shelly in the
expensive sexy suit, not Vanny in coveralls and swearing every five words.”

“Fuck you.”

“There’s Vanny again. How do you keep it straight? But don’t
sell yourself short. It was easy for
you
to pick me up. The question,
though, is why. Care to enlighten me?”

“No. Can I go now or are you revoking the job offer?”

“I’m not revoking anything. I’m being clear on the terms.
You’re not going to play me for a fool. But sit back down. I’m not done with
you yet.”

She gave a martyred sigh and went to the edge of the bed to
flop down.

He stood in front of her, looking down. “What was with the
contacts? The hair that night? From what I saw a little more clearly today,
you’re a natural blonde.”

“I play with my looks sometimes. What’s wrong with that?”

“You’re lying. You didn’t want to look like it was you. And
the fake name.”

“Shelly’s my middle name. I never did give you a last name.
You didn’t seem too worried about it at the time.”

“The fake scenario about separating from your husband?”

“How do you know I don’t have one?”

He cocked his head disbelievingly.

“Okay, I was just playing around. You know, role playing.
Another
game
, I guess.”

“I’ll give you games you never imagined, Vanessa.”

“I don’t know. I have a pretty good imagination. So now that
everything’s out in the open—”

“Everything?”

“Sure. You know all my secrets. I pick up guys in bars and
pretend I’m somebody else.”

“How about the bomb thing? Want to come clean on that too?
Or anything else?” he hinted.

“Are you wearing a wire?”

“And as to picking up guys, that’s past tense. Not while
you’re my mistress, you don’t. I want to be one hundred percent clear on this.
You don’t sleep with anybody else.”

“You kind of already made that clear with the STD-testing
thing.”

“I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding.”

“And what if I do? Do I get fired and then get severance?”

“Hardly. I believe that’s what they call termination for
cause, Vanny.”

“No really. How does this all work? I’m on call and look
pretty, waiting until I’m up to bat, and then I stay or you stay or whatever as
long as
you
want? And we do what
you
want? Help me out here. I’ve
never been a mistress before. I need to know what’s expected.”

“That’ll do for now.”

“What about the monetary end of it? You support me? For how
long?”

“For as long as I want it to last.”

“I don’t know. That doesn’t sound like much job security to
me.”

“On the other hand, you’ll be making a much higher wage than
you ever did on a rig. Might I suggest you save some of it?”

“Might I suggest you mind your own fucking business about
what I do with my money?”

He shrugged. He’d never actually had to be so crass as to
pay a mistress before. Not with money. All of them, now that he thought about
it, had been wealthy in their own right. Not as wealthy as him, of course, but
still. He had to get out of his own social set more, he supposed. So he’d given
them the usual tokens of affection that women expected from a wealthy
lover—diamonds and lavish travel and whatnot—but never actual cash.

For some undoubtedly perverted reason, this arrangement with
Vanessa Donald appealed to him. As if it would help him control her perhaps.

Good luck with that,
some inner voice mocked him.

And, in fact, his so-called demonstration of control had
backfired on him. He shouldn’t have tried it before he’d at least come once.
She honestly drove him to distraction. And now here she was, grilling him as if
her next request might be for a written contract. The lawyers would love that.

At least she’d come. To him, he meant. Oh, and she’d come
too, during the sex. That was good, though he
had
been trying to hold
her off on the second one, for all the good it did him. But he meant what he
said to her when he found her wet. He liked responsiveness in a woman.

And she was delightfully responsive. They clicked, sexually,
in a way he knew was pretty unusual. They had clicked on the rig too, maybe
even more than sexually, before he found the bomb of course. And then after,
sexually was all he cared about.

He worried he might never see her again, hefty bank deposit
or not. He didn’t know whether he believed she was innocent with respect to the
bomb. Her night as Shelly certainly hadn’t helped her credibility. Specialists
had swept the
Treasure Driller
thoroughly and found nothing else. But it
had
looked as though she was planting the bomb. Even if her father was
innocent, or maybe especially if he was innocent, she might resent Transcoastal
and want to do the company some harm.

He didn’t know at this point. And, even more oddly, he
didn’t care.

He should, especially if she
hadn’t
planted the bomb
since that meant somebody else had. And if that was the case, he should be more
interested in finding out who had. Oh, and feeling guilty about firing her and
blackballing her, he supposed.

But he wasn’t and he didn’t. It had brought her to him.

The Reynolds family motto.
Whatever it takes.

And he’d figure out the
Treasure Driller
situation
when he’d secured her.

He glanced around at the very convenient room in which he
and Vanny were having this odd conversation. When Miss Prentiss faithfully
carried out the strange instructions he’d given her and interrupted his meeting
at Vanny’s arrival, he couldn’t get rid of his Japanese joint-venture partners
fast enough. He would’ve hated to have to wait until he got his new mistress
back to his apartment to
seal the deal
.

Of course he’d ended up fucking her over a desk and then a
chair anyway, undoubtedly trying to send God knew what message with his cold
treatment of her, but time to use the bed now.

To think, when he bought Transcoastal, he had actually
considered turning this bedroom into a conference room. He was glad he hadn’t.
He’d use it after all.

Quite a lot as long as Vanny Donald was around apparently.
Just having her sitting in front of him on the bed inspired him on that score.

“You know as pleasurable as my night with Shelly was, it
occurs to me that she—and of course by that I mean
you
—didn’t get around
to one thing I like in all my mistresses.”

“And what’s that?”

She was eye level with his rapidly hardening cock and he
brought her hand to the snap on his trousers. “Guess.”

She licked her lips.

“Good guess,” he said.

She pulled her hand away and leaned back on the bed on her
palms. “Actually, I don’t do that. Giving head. It creeps me out.”

Probably his mouth fell open stupidly or steam came out of
his ears or his head popped off.

She laughed. “You should see
your
face! I’m just
kidding. I assume that was a deal breaker.”

Not wanting to seem like a total pig, he didn’t respond.

“But seriously,
are
you going to be ordering me
around all the time?”

“What if I was?”

“I don’t think I’d like that.”

“I remember. You said you didn’t take orders well. And
that’s certainly proven to be true. But now you’re being paid for it. Of
course, you were probably paid for it that night too, weren’t you? In some
fashion.”

“What do you mean by that? You didn’t find your wallet gone
or anything at the end of the night, did you?”

He wondered idly if she would ever admit to spying for
Transcoastal. Oh well. That one didn’t matter. The bomb, on the other hand…

“No. By the end of the night, everything was where I’d left
it. We do need to work on your ‘taking orders’ skills, but even I have to admit
that gets a little tedious. Telling a woman what to do
all
the time. Put
your hand there.
Suck that.
So actually, I like my mistresses to show a
little initiative now and then. You did that quite nicely as Shelly if I recall
correctly.”

He recalled all right. The first time she had fucked him he
never came so hard. And against his own stomach to boot.

His cock jerked toward her at the memory. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Okay, I changed my mind about that initiative thing. I’m
going to be doing a lot of ordering around at the beginning of this
relationship apparently.”

“It isn’t a relationship. It’s a job.”

“Whatever it is. Now open my pants and take my cock out.
Then put it in that gorgeous mouth of yours and suck it until I come.” He was
pleased that his voice sounded calm again, the way it usually did during sex.

She leaned forward. “Never let it be said that Vanny Donald
doesn’t put her heart into her work.” She unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers
and tugged them down. He sucked in a breath at the stab of pleasure he felt. At
her urging, he stepped out of his trousers, balancing his hands on her
shoulders for a second as she kneeled in front of him. She even pulled his
fucking socks off, but left the underwear on to his disappointment, and sat
back down on the bed.

“Briefs,” she commented with a little laugh. “Not boxers. I
didn’t remember that from the night at the Four Seasons. And of course on the
rig, you just yanked your cock out and went at it. Didn’t even undress.”

He was standing in front of her on the bed, at the perfect
angle. Her hands grazed down his ass without pulling the briefs off and then
rubbed lightly along the inside of his thighs and he spread his legs to get his
bearings in preparation for that sweet mouth coming his way.

Hands gripping his ass, she rubbed her lips along the cotton
being sorely tested in his enthusiasm and then lower to where it covered his
balls. As much as he wanted her to do it on her own, he couldn’t wait and he
pushed the underwear off quickly himself so he was naked in front of her, his
hard cock straining toward her perfectly situated mouth.

She laughed again, running one hand casually down the shaft
of his cock, and he felt it in his spine. And his balls.

“Your mouth,” he said, a little more strained than before,
but not panting for her or anything.

She licked him delicately, teasing him, and he dug his hands
in her hair. He could have pulled her head to his throbbing cock, made her take
it in the mouth, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

Well, no, that
was
what he wanted of course, but he
wanted her to do it.

As she toyed with him, he found himself groaning. Pretty
loudly to his surprise, until she pulled back and hissed, “Sshhh.”

He stared at her, but since he wanted her to go back to it,
said nothing.

“Losing a little of that control again, Michael, aren’t
you?”

And then she engulfed him with her mouth, took all of him,
running her mouth up and down his cock as he helplessly gripped her silky hair
and she gripped his ass. Not to pull him into her, he was doing that on his
own, fucking her mouth with absolutely zero restraint.

Something he’d always used to think was kind of rude.

But right now, he couldn’t give a fuck.

He moaned again, louder, thrusting faster and she sucked
skillfully, not shushing him this time. Her blonde silky curls in his fists
felt damp with the sweat from his palms, and he could feel the moisture of his
exertions on his brow. She kept her eyes closed as she went down him, but he
kept his open. Wide open so he could catch every nuance of the sight of her in
front of him, his cock filling her sweet little mouth, sliding in and out, her
cheeks hollowing with the suction. He only wished he’d gotten her to take her
top off first. He’d love to see her naked breasts shaking slightly with the
vigor of his thrusts.

She took him deep, deeper each time, her wet mouth engulfing
him. He groaned and as if the sound was a signal to her, she relinquished her
grip on one of his ass cheeks and slid her fingers around to cup his balls and
he felt that wild telltale warning he was about to shoot his load.

He had intended to come in her mouth and have her swallow.
Have her
service
him in the true sense of the word, but at the last
second, he wanted her as wild for him as he was at that moment. Not sucking him
off, but shuddering underneath him, crying louder than he was.

He jerked out of her mouth and pushed her onto the bed,
yanking her jeans down and off. She scooted back against the headboard and
spread her thighs wantonly, displaying the glistening pink tender bits in
between, all for him. God, when he finally got enough of her to keep his head
while they fucked, he was going to explore every inch of her beautiful body.
But for now, he just couldn’t take the time.

The bed springs creaked as he climbed in between her legs
and pulled her down beneath him, holding her taut thighs apart, his grip so
fierce that he was probably leaving bruises. When he kissed her lips, they felt
wet and puffy from his unruly cock as he slid his tongue between them.

Then he rammed into her, hard, all the way inside her
drenched pussy, bucking against her wildly, no more thought to rhythm or
finesse than he’d given when she was going down on him.

“Oh,” she panted underneath him, her inner muscles squeezing
him, so wet and tight, as he held her legs wide open.

Flexing into her, he wanted nothing more at this moment than
to give her whatever she wanted. In bed anyway.

“Oh what?” he muttered, the bed springs louder than anything
else in the room at this point with the workout they were giving them.

“Oh yes,” she mumbled against his lips, not exactly a clear
instruction.

He relinquished his grip on one thigh only to bring it up
and around him, so he could feel her wrap one long leg around his ass. Her heel
dug into his flesh, spurring him on, and her arms came up to his neck,
spreading her fingers in his hair, tugging at the ends. She surged up into him
as he gave it to her, one thrust coming as fast as another.

Before meeting Vanny, he had been cocky enough to think that
he’d made a science out of how long he could hold off his own orgasm, if he
chose to do so. At his age and with his vast experience with women, he had
honestly thought that he could pretty much fuck as long as he wanted. And come
whenever
he
decided to, not when his body so decided based on whatever
pussy he happened to be buried deep in at the time.

He thrust and groaned.

Oh how far the mighty had fallen. If he managed to make it
ten minutes into fucking Vanny Donald, even one time, he’d consider it a
triumph. But if this was humility, bring it on. This wild, heady excitement was
like nothing he had ever felt before.

“Oh,” she murmured again as he thrust hard, positioning her
other long leg around his ass as well. He grabbed the top of the headboard to
give him additional leverage.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he assured her, kissing her,
driving into her, until he broke their kiss to arch his head back with the
powerful orgasm gripping him. With her legs and pussy hugging him tight, he
felt her coming underneath him as well.