Killing Time (12 page)

Rory stripped out of his black silk pants and white silk shirt, placing his clothing next to her discarded dress. He was only semi-hard but it wasn’t for lack not wanting her. He desired every inch of her body but he had to calm himself down.

Orgasms had never been difficult for him to achieve and he was still young enough he could have multiple orgasms in a night and not feel spent. It’d taken every ounce of control not to jerk himself off at the club while he watched the surveillance footage of her being eaten out—first by Claudette and then by Hans. However neither had done anything other than orally stimulate her per his and Severin’s instructions. They were not to penetrate her with their fingers, toys or any other objects because that would be his job alone. He wanted her completely untouched inside so she seethed under his teasing and succumbed to him.

He had to keep reminding himself he only had her that night. Afterwards, he would allow her to go about her life as if they’d never spent time with one another intimately at all. Though it would be perfectly suitable for them to speak to one another at parties and various other social gatherings, they would never be lovers again.

In fact, they would cease to be anything to each other at all.

This was the solemn vow and oath he’d made to Trésor’s perfect memory that brightly burned in his mind. It bordered beyond bad taste to sully the time he and Trésor had spent together by trading in her dead corpse for her living sister’s body. It could and never would happen. To do that would be the ultimate betrayal to a woman he had almost fallen in love with and would have had they been given more time together.

Rory walked over to her and knelt in back of her. She tried to keep her legs closed but it did nothing to hide the glistening wetness of her pussy between her legs. He should have gotten some toys so he could properly play with her but with a sudden overwhelming thought, he realized he didn’t want to tease her with anything artificial. No, if they only had one night then he would use his own arsenal: his fingers’, tongue and cock. That would be more than enough to drive her over the edge.

He did reach for the flavored lube that was nearby. It claimed to taste like vanilla but as far as he was concerned, he was only using it to warm her up. He wouldn’t fuck her in her soaking pussy yet. He would make her wait until she begged but there were other ways for him to be granted satisfaction rather than taking advantage of her there.

Rory backed away slightly from her and spread her ass cheeks with his hands before he licked the puckered nub of her anus. She tensed as he moved his tongue all around before going straight to the spot that would do her the most damage. Her breathing became ragged, unfocused as he spread the warming lube over her anus and used his fingers to loosen her up.

He slipped his right index finger into her ass and slowly worked it in and out of the tight hole. Her movements were completely expected but at the same time, he could feel her battling her own body and losing the fight.

“When’s the last time you moved your bowels?” he inquired in a non-descript and neutral tone of voice.

“What?” she inquired as if he were speaking a foreign language. “I don’t understand the question.”

“Have you ever had anal intercourse?”

“No . . . yes . . . I mean, once but it was a long time ago.”

“Then I will repeat my question: when was the last time you had a bowel movement?”

“This morning . . . I get regular colon cleansings every couple of weeks at a clinic uptown since Grayson believes they are quite beneficial despite there being evidence to the contrary and it’s a green tea cleanse. Everything comes out. I don’t usually eat after the cleansings and the only food I have had was the fruit you fed me when I got here,” she explained in a voice so soft, he had to strain to hear her.

“Good, then I don’t have to use a condom back there if I didn’t want to but rest assure, I will. I am quite fastidious about these types of issues and I don’t like to ‘double dip’—so to speak—when I am bare-backing. I assume you are on some form of birth control?”

Aurélie breathed out as he continued his assault on her tight, puckered asshole with three of his fingers slid inside her to the hilt. “Yes, I am. I have . . . an IUD inserted.”

Rory slipped his fingers out of her ass and ran them up her back in a slow teasing manner. “I thought you had to have a child before you could use an intra-uterine device.”

“It used to be the case but not anymore. Besides, Grayson and I aren’t sure if we wanted kids so we decided to do the IUD for a few years and if it worked out, I would go ahead with a tubal ligation. However, our plans didn’t work out quite that way. We found out only recently he’s been firing blanks the whole time. He can’t have kids so . . . I planned to have it removed but I just haven’t gotten around to making an appointment yet.”

“Why can’t he have children?”

“We were merely told our body chemistries are highly incompatible and basically, my body is killing off his sperm before they can make it far enough to fertilize an egg even if I wasn’t on birth control. This is beginning to feel a bit like an interrogation. Do I have to undergo anymore embarrassing questions about my sex life with my fiancé?”

“No,” he said quietly, “I’m done.”

He slipped on a condom and applied more lube on the condom and at the opening of her anus.

Aurélie began to hyperventilate the moment she felt his cock at the crack of her ass. He thrust into her brutally, knowing she wouldn’t relax in time for him to make it inside anyway. He didn’t move as he allowed her body to become familiar with his size and length. Her hands were fisted in balls and she tried to hold up her head before she allowed it to sink down on the liberator ramp.

The whole point of this session was for her to derive absolutely no pleasure at all from his vicious assault on her body. Her pleasure would come later but this was about him and what he needed from her.

Rory was intentionally cruel as he ground his way into her and began to fuck her almost mechanically. He’d lubed her up good enough she wouldn’t tear but it didn’t make it anymore comfortable for her especially since she was a novice when it came to anal intercourse.

He thought about all the women he’d been with who absolutely loved to get their ass pounded and loved the feel of a fat cock in their asshole, much more than they preferred getting their pussy fucked but Aurélie obviously wasn’t as enthusiastic about the sex act as her sister.

Not yet at least.

No! There would never be a next time. Just this once and they would go their separate ways. He couldn’t afford to have this kind of intense relationship with another person so soon and yet again.

Rory pounded into her quicker and harsher as he felt the orgasm begin at the base of his balls and wind all the way up inside of him. He was going to come and unfortunately, it would be inside a condom this time but not the next. The next time he would use her without any barrier between the two of them and she would love it just as much as him.

And then he allowed himself to come and the orgasm flowed out of him with such force, he dug his hands into the soft yet firm flesh of her hips and collapsed on top of her body.

THEY SAT IN A DEEP
ornate tub filled almost to the brim like long-time lovers.

Rory washed Aurélie with scented expensive soap and since she was no longer bound, she could have fought him if she wanted to but she didn’t.

The perfect submissive
, he thought to himself before his brain screamed
“No!”

She could never be his and he knew that without a doubt but why couldn’t he convince his fucking heart to just keep out of it? He shouldn’t have felt anything for her because he was grieving and basically transposing his feelings for Trésor onto her. She was a living, breathing human being and he wanted her with all the passion there was to want a woman but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe insta-love existed either.

It had taken him a full eighteen months to realize he felt anything other than a patronizing fondness for Trésor and her sister couldn’t possibly be any different. He used women . . . he used people and that wasn’t about to change anytime soon. He loved his life and all the different ways to explore pleasure in pain; the feeling of shaping someone else in his image of what he wanted them to be to satisfy his needs.

Rory wasn’t completely a monster. He’d made sure Trésor never wanted for anything and he allowed her to work because it satisfied her, not because she needed the cash. He vowed he would take care of her forever and he’d meant it. Her family would receive her body and she would be buried in France but he’d taken care of all the arrangements and merely called her parents to let them know.

Although she’d had a Will, her small net worth—barely five million dollars—would be wired to a bank account of her family’s choice but he’d left her with an additional fifteen million dollars should she decide to move on with her life and leave him.

As he sat in the tub with Aurélie, that money had already been wired into one Swiss and two Cayman Island accounts underneath her name. His attorney would call her the following week before she left for the funeral with all the information. Regardless what she thought of him, she would never have to whore herself out to any man ever again and if Grayson wasn’t what she wanted, she could leave him and still carry on with her career for as long she desired without a thought towards money.

“Why are you doing this to me? What is it about me that makes you want me so much?” she finally inquired, breaking his contemplation and the silence between the two of them.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” He held her close against his body and drew lazy circles around her areolas with his fingers.

Aurélie turned toward him though he only glimpsed her profile. “There is nothing about me you should want when you can have any woman out there. Surely it isn’t just this: a shell that vaguely reminds you of the person we both lost? If you need me to be my sister for a night then just say so.”

“Trésor has
nothing
to do with this!” Rory stood and stepped out of the bathtub. He grabbed a black terry cloth robe and wrapped it around his body before he stepped out of the bathroom.

His heart thundered in his chest and he realized he had revealed too much. He’d always valued his complexity and the ability to control his emotions. If no one knew what he was thinking then he always had the upper hand so how had this woman brought out a side of him no one should know anything about . . . ever?

Rory walked to the kitchen and immediately grabbed a bottle of Cristal chilling in his fridge. He fiddled with the plastic wrap and threw it on the island before he popped the cork and grabbed two fresh champagne flutes.

He poured a glass of champagne for himself and downed it in two swallows before refilling the glass.

“I’m sorry I said that to you. I shouldn’t have.”

He looked towards Aurélie’s direction and had to look away. She wore Trésor’s robe and he couldn’t stand to see her in it. She walked into the kitchen and he poured champagne in her glass before he handed it to her.

She downed it quickly and set it on the island counter.

Rory gazed at her for a long time. He meant for his study of her to intimidate but he couldn’t focus on her face for long before his eyes wandered down to her lush body.

Trésor had been much thinner but Aurélie was womanly and beautiful. She was shorter than her sister—barely five-foot-three. Although his former lover’s lithe, exquisite body had been one of her best features, her sister’s voluptuous lines were tailor made for sin and temptation.

“Come with me,” he ordered and grabbed her hand before she had a chance to object.

He had finished off the champagne in his glass but grabbed the half-empty bottle and took it with them upstairs to his bedroom.

Some people might have found it ironic but although he and Trésor had been lovers, she’d never slept with him at night. They usually did their sexual activities either in the basement or her former bedroom, which resembled a sexual playhouse for deviants. However, after they were finished with what ever they did, he went back to his bedroom and she slept alone. She preferred it that way and he never pushed her as he secretly found it hard to rest when another person was in bed beside him.

Rory wasn’t stupid and knew it stemmed from a childhood where everyone had their place in the home and even his parents maintained separate bedrooms, for what reason he would never know. His parents were still sexually attracted to one another but for some reason, they never had sex in his mother’s bedroom but his father’s and then she would quietly steal away in the night.

He remembered seeing his mother creep back to her bedroom on various occasions, her negligee perfectly in place though her blonde hair was always slightly tousled. She’d always give him a gentle smile and order him back to bed. He would always comply and wonder what they did that his mother found so distasteful she didn’t want to share a room with his father.