Personal Assistant (23 page)

       
He
guided her back a few steps and then eased her back on the bed. She moved her
arms immediately over her head. She was not laying long ways, her knees were
bent at the edge of the bed and her feet hung just above the carpet.

       
He
touched the tops of her breasts, slid his hands between them and the corset to
tease her nipples. Her breath hitched, the constraint made her aware she needed
to control her breathing. Her thighs tensed, clenched. Her legs moved closer
together in an attempt to ease the desire building there with each pinch,
stroke, and…lick. She gasped, called out, “Jonas.”

       
“You
keep squirming around. Try to lay still.” He pressed a large palm against her
abdomen. His fingers right at the band of her panties. “You wore these for me?
Even though you had on sweats, you wore pretty panties?”

       
“I
always change out of sweats or pajamas before you come home,” she admitted.

       
He
chuckled. “You should just take them off and greet me like this from now on.”

       
“Yes,
sir,” she gasped as his fingers slid below the band and over the swollen wet
folds of her sex.

       
He
slid his middle finger through, lower, and then into her thrusting deep. She
wished she could get a better foothold on the side of the bed. She wanted to
keep his finger there, desperately. He withdrew the touch completely and she
groaned in protest.

       
“Open,”
he whispered and kissed the shell of her ear. Her lips parted and he inserted
the same finger into her mouth. She wasn’t opposed to her own taste. She was
just surprised at the gesture. “Suck.”

       
He
pushed and pulled his finger in and out of her mouth. She sucked hard, nipped
the tip with her teeth as he removed it.

       
“Teeth, huh?”
He licked her neck, then pulled a small
section of flesh between his lips and nibbled, sure to mark her. He slid down
her body. She could feel his breath along her thighs. His fingers slipped into
the band of the panties and tugged them down and off. “Open.”

       
She
moved her legs wider apart. She could not see what he was doing. She knew he
was there, could feel his arm against her knee. He grabbed her knees with his
hands and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. “Look at this pretty, pink
pussy. I wonder what I should do to it
first?
Maybe this.”

       
Frankie
forced her hands to remain above her head. He had pushed his finger back into
her core and began rubbing her in the way he knew would make her wild.

       
“Be
still.” He nipped her thigh.

       
“I
can’t.” She gasped as he pushed another digit inside.

       
“You
can.” He pulled both fingers from her.

       
“Fuck!”
She practically growled.

       
He
teased her entrance with slow circles. “I have all day.”

       
“I’ll
be still, sir.” She practically growled it.

       
“That’s
better.” He let her feel the warmth of his breath on the outside of her lips
before using his fingers to open her folds and closing his mouth over her clit.

       
It
was impossible to remain still. She tried, fought every urge to twist, lift,
arch, clench, and move her hands to grab him. He tormented her with licks,
sucks, nips that brought her close to the edge and then released before letting
her climax. She fisted the sheets, pulled. She begged him to let her come.
Promised him she would do anything, anything he wanted her to do.

       
Behind
the blindfold her eyes opened, her body stilled. He had made one slight
adjustment and pressed against the tight bud of her ass. She had seen this in
porn, and as adventurous as she may have felt, she had never gotten this far
before. She gasped. He moved his mouth over her clit again and suddenly it didn’t
feel so bad anymore. The motion easy, exploring, just a finger was enough to
remind her of how tight the
hole
was. She understood
immediately why a man would want to go there.

       
It
wasn’t until she started to come, until her hips pressed against his thrusts
she realized how intense it was going to be, how shallow he had pressed into
her. At some point it was no longer an embarrassing concern, it was pleasure,
new, pressure unknown. If he wanted this, she could give it to him. She trusted
him. He wasn’t judging her. The moment she surrendered the last shreds of
inhibition the orgasm swept through her in a long hard
wave
.
It sapped her breath, electrocuted her from the inside out. She was limp,
boneless, a twitching mass of flesh.

       
And
then she heard the slide of the drawer, the tear of a wrapper, the flip of a
cap. She gulped. He was not finished with her. Her heart kicked into overdrive.
If a finger felt like a cock, a cock was likely to feel like… “Jonas.”

       
He
pulled the buckles on the front of the corset until her lungs could breathe
freely. After opening the front completely he asked, “Better?”

       
She
nodded and took another deep breath. She had to relax. She absolutely had to
relax. The cool gel caused her to gasp.
The unfamiliar
feeling of his cock pressing firmly, unyielding against the tight ring of
muscles.

       
“Breathe,
relax. Trust me,” he whispered. He propped one of her feet on the edge of the
bed. She realized it was to free up a hand the moment his fingers slid over her
clit. The tingle, the heat, all spread through her again. Relaxing her body,
reminding her of how good it could feel once he was past the tight ring of
muscles.

       
She
breathed, she relaxed, he slid in, the initial pain subsided and then he slid
farther. Like a switch, the moment the head was past the boundary everything
turned from unfamiliar pain and pressure to indescribable pleasure.

       
“God,
you feel good.” He was breathless. He leaned down over her and captured her
lips for a tongue tangling kiss and slid farther into her. He stilled a moment.
“My legs are trembling.”

       
“So are mine.”
She gulped.

       
He
pushed up and then pushed the blindfold up so she could see him. “Give me your
hands.”

       
He
untied the tie binding her. She was able to touch him now, to see his blue eyes
storm with the desire he was feeling. He pressed into her slowly, they gasped
at the same time. Her hands held his back, his waist.

       
“It’s
okay. I like it.”

       
Maybe
he just needed permission to keep going. He gripped her harder and then began
to move in and out of her as though he were making love to her front rather
than back entry. It wasn’t long before he was shaking like a leaf from head to
toe.

       
He
whispered, “I’m going to come,” against her throat.

       
Frankie
slid her hand between them and swirled her fingers against her over sensitized
clit. It didn’t take much, the new sensations coupled with his reactions to
form one heady dose of excitement. She came within moments. His eyes snapped
open and locked on hers as he came, silently, blissfully. She was sure he could
feel the tension of each pulse just as she could.

       
She
half expected him to pull out immediately, but he collapsed on top of her
instead. He still shook, she could feel it. He practically vibrated. “You
okay?”

       
He
nodded, slowly he began to withdraw. He whispered, “That was intense.”

       
“I’d
never done that before,” she admitted quietly. “I didn’t know what to expect,
but I wouldn’t mind doing it again if you wanted to.”

       
He
smiled against her neck and planted a kiss there.
“Definitely.”

       
He
finally disengaged them. He rolled to his back and made a contented sound.
‘I’ve always wanted to do that, but I was never comfortable enough to suggest
it.”

       
“We
can give anything a try, as long as it doesn’t hurt either one of us, we can
give it a try.” Frankie turned her head to look at him. He was spent. His body
still twitched at random. “But right now I think we should give the shower a
try.”

       
He
said he was on his way home and he had a surprise for her. Frankie remembered
that he told her she should greet him in the buff instead of bothering to get
all dressed up. They had wrapped early for the day and she had time to seduce
him before going to have dinner with his family, as long as traffic didn’t ruin
her plans. He had a surprise for her, and she had a surprise for him.

***

       
He
opened the door and his eyes rounded. His mouth dropped. Frankie was fulfilling
a fantasy he had shared the night before. Naked except for the thigh highs,
garter, and a bra, she had her hair pulled in a bun held by two black chopsticks,
her glasses on, and a ruler popping the palm of her hand. He pushed backwards
but not soon enough.

       
She
squealed and dropped into the fetal position since it was her only defense.

       
His
brother, Jed, slammed against his back since he was moving forward through the
door behind Jonas. He could hear Jed say, “Holy shit!”

       
Jonas
closed the door and let his forehead rest against it while he gathered his
thoughts. “Give me a sec to, uh…”

       
“Sure thing, little brother.
I’ll be right behind you in say
five minutes?” Jed smacked him on the back.

       
“I’m
sorry.”

       
“I
wouldn’t apologize for that, man. Don’t ever apologize for that.” Jed laughed.

       
Jonas
had not seen his big brother in over a year. He was excited that he was back
from his last project and wanted to introduce him to Frankie immediately. Maybe
he would need to be clearer if his surprises included people from now on, but
he never thought she would take him seriously about greeting him with nothing
on.

       
Boldly,
he stepped into the hall and realized she was gone. He found her a doorway down
in the room that led to the pool. She had just wrapped a robe around herself.
Her shoes were off, the ruler nowhere to be seen. She was shaken and
embarrassed. “Frankie.”

       
She
held up a hand to silence him. She was trying to keep her steel resolve. No
doubt her pink cheeks and trembling fingers were due to the surge of
embarrassment. He felt awful for her.

       
He
stepped into the room and fought her protests until he had her wrapped in his
arms. “I’m sorry. I should have told you I was bringing someone home with me. I
never in a million years expected…”

       
“Please
tell me I have not done something irreparable.” Her voice cracked as she spoke.

       
She
took a shallow breath and he looked at her with concern. “What?”

       
“I
know I embarrassed you. I don’t know who in front of, but I know this was my
fault.” She sniffed.

       
“Are
you serious?” He held her at an arms distance and made her look at him.
“You…you look at me, Frankie. This was…fucking amazing. If that wasn’t my
brother I would have told whoever it was to get lost so
I
could
get lost
in your
fantasy. Stop worrying so much about me. I’m more concerned about you. Are you
going to be all right?”

       
The
door opened down the hall and her eyes widened as she looked up at him. “He’s
still here?”

       
“He’s
my brother.” Jonas shrugged. “You have to face him sometime. We have dinner
plans with the family tonight. I didn’t want to wait for you to meet him. I
thought we could give him a ride since I sure didn’t think we had time
for…well, class.”

       
Her
face burned redder and he knew that it may have been less embarrassing if it
was not a family member.

       
“Oh my God.”
She put her hands over her face.

       
“Hey.”
He tugged at her wrists as heard Jed make his way to where they were. “I love
you.”

       
He
knew Jed stopped in his tracks because he heard the words. His big brother was
probably in shock. No one had been able to communicate with his reclusive
brother in more than six months since he was allegedly shooting an indie flick
in the middle of nowhere.

       
She
looked up at him, her eyes still watery, but she was trying not to cry and
said, “I love you, too.”

       
“See,
sometimes we will have to have these conversations in various states of
undress. Can you handle that?” He smiled as she leaned into his chest and his
arms slid around her back. “Jed, this is Frankie. Frankie, this is my big
brother, Jed.”

       
She
lifted her head from his chest long enough to bashfully say a timid, “Hello.”

       
He
could have sworn his older brother blushed, but the beard hid most of his face.
Jed said, “I didn’t see anything. But I found this.” He held out the ruler.
“In the hall.
You might need it.”

       
With
that, his older brother sat the ruler on the cabinet next to the door and
headed straight to the kitchen where he had intended to go to begin with. He
had only been in town a few hours and was starving. Jonas had promised him a
stocked refrigerator that would tide him over until dinner.

       
Jonas
looked down at Frankie. “It could have been worse.”

       
“Really?”
Frankie pulled the robe around her and picked up
the high heels she had been wearing. He felt a lick of heat through his spine
and hoped he would get to play later. They started down the hall.
“How?”

       
“Well,
it could have been Buddy Junior, my mom, your dad…”

       
“Shut
up!” She surrendered. “Just know I will not be meeting you at this door in a
state of undress again.”

       
“Damn.”
He slapped the wall and she jumped. She turned to look at him with a mix of
shock and excitement. He gave her his best devious grin and said, “That’s not
fair.”

       
“I
said this door.” She smiled. “You have plenty of other doors that I can play
in.”

       
He
groaned as she went towards the stairs and he went towards the kitchen.

       
He
sat across from Jed at the table.

       
“So,
correct me if I am wrong, is that your girlfriend or your PA?” Jed had his big
brother voice on, the one that came with lectures.

       
“That
is the love of my life. Yes, she handles the work of a personal assistant, but
she is my girlfriend.” The term sounded so weak to his ears. How did the world
girlfriend compare to the terms love of my life? It didn’t sound right. Frankie
was more than his girlfriend.

       
“Have
you met her parents?” Jed asked.

       
“Yes,
a few times. I’ve been working, they both work. I‘ve talked to her dad on the
phone a couple of times. I like him, he seems to like me.” Jonas crossed his
arms. “What? Say it. I know you have something to say about it so just say it.”

       
“How
is the reaction of your fan base?” Jed asked pointedly.

       
“What?”
Jonas hadn’t really sought approval from them. He didn’t owe them when it came
to his heart.

       
“Can
you check your own ego for a second? I’m not concerned about how they react to
you. I’m asking if you know how they are reacting to her. Have you been out and
about? Was it just the one magazine pic with mystery girl and you coming to her
rescue? Does anyone know who the fuck she is in a public sense?” Jed knew more
than most what impact the public could have on a relationship. He moved from in
front of the camera to behind it when his high school sweetheart committed
suicide because of letters and comments about her from angry fans. Her letter
was clear why she chose to end her life. He was devastated, and may have never
fully recovered from it judging by the way he looked at Jonas now.

       
“She
doesn’t need their seal of approval, and I won’t tolerate them treating her
unkind.” Jonas hadn’t really thought about it.

       
“You
need to talk to her, to prepare her for both sides of this. I saw the magazine.
It was left in the back pocket of a plane seat and no one had removed it. My
gut dropped the moment I saw it. That’s why I came to you before stopping
anywhere else. You’re my little brother. I don’t want you to go into this
unprepared.” Jed looked up and then said, “
Shh
. We’ll
finish this later.”

***

       
Frankie
entered the room where the brothers sat in conversation. At first the air was
thick, tense, and then it was normal again. Maybe they had been “having words”
as her mother called it when she and her father would argue. Frankie didn’t
know. She knew of Jed, but in the same roundabout way she knew of the rest of
his family at first.

       
“I
hope I’m not interrupting.” Frankie looked from one brother to the next. Liquid
blue eyes stared at her from both angles of the table. A girl could be in
trouble trapped between those stares.

       
“No,
not at all,” Jed said with what was probably a smile under all that hair. He
had a full beard, long, and thick, if she didn’t know who he was it would have
been scary. Well, maybe not if his eyes were still soft and disarming.

       
She
looked from Jed to Jonas. He was lying. She knew that by now. Something had
happened, and he was trying too hard to make it look like nothing important had
transpired. Maybe it was just family business. Jed wouldn’t think she cared
about it, and Jonas knew she cared about everything.

       
“So,
am I dressed okay for dinner? You didn’t tell me where we were going, and I,”
she said. Cleared her throat and continued, “Thought I had time.”

       
Jonas
blushed. She liked that he still reacted to her that way. “You look great.”

       
Frankie
took in a deep breath then let it out.
“
Soooooo
.”
She clapped her hands together and looked from one brother to the next and back
again. “I uh…where are you staying, Jed?”

       
Jed
shrugged. “I had a really nice flat, but I was never in it so I let it go. I’ll
crash with mom maybe see if dad’s place is available for a while, then I’ll
decide if I am going to stay out here or go back to New York and my condo
there.”

       
“Oh.”
She didn’t know what to say. If he were her brother she would ask him if he
wanted to say with her. But he wasn’t so she didn’t.
His
brother didn’t either. She gulped. “Well, uh, I think we could
start heading to wherever it is we are going now, don’t you?”

       
She
looked at Jonas. He looked at her a long minute and then nodded.

       
He
was wearing a pair of jeans and a button down shirt. Jed, on the other hand was
wearing a pair of well-worn jeans and a hoodie with the name of some band she
really needed to listen to since this was the second appearance of the logo she
had seen this family wear and the third appearance of it altogether. Somehow,
she could not find them anywhere and she had looked through all of the major
and indie music outlets. Maybe they were too indie even for indie outlets if
that was possible.

       
Frankie
rode in the back seat of the car he had bought for her. He was likely drinking
this evening, and if his mood didn’t improve he was likely not playing school
later. Jed was pleasant enough but they didn’t really talk. It was a decent
drive to where they were going.

       
“Hey,
who is
InkBlot
? I’ve tried to find them but can’t
seem to.” She had to break the silence.

       
They
both laughed out loud.

       
“You’re
looking at
InkBlot
, babe,” Jonas chuckled.

       
“What?”
She was really curious now.

       
Jed
clarified, “We put together a band when we were younger. We had some good
promotional material made up, but our first gig was a mess. It was a one show
wonder.”

       
“That
explains it then. I’ve been trying to find the band since Jonas wore the
t-shirt on our camping trip. You have it on that sweatshirt, and Janice has it
on a sticker inside the glove box in her car.” Frankie sat back and was
satisfied the emotional vibe in the car had changed.