Authors: Sam Crescent
Contract of Shame (7 page)
The contract was all but forgotten as he made love to her. The fucking she could handle, the impersonal use of her body – but the loving. She tried to force all of her emotions out of the equation.
She did her morning routine and ran herself a second bath. She chuckled when she thought this was her first time. The first time she’d been with a man and found pleasure in the union. Richard had given her lots of orgasms the night before. How would he react if she told him he’d given her the first one?
Would he turn from her in shame, or be macho and play it up for all its worth?
“Hey, you.”
Scarlet turned and yelped. Richard stood naked in the doorway staring at her.
“Get out,” she shrieked and searched for something to hide her naked body. Being naked in front of him at night was completely different from during the day. “You can’t see me like this.”
“Naked? Baby, I spent the better part of last night against this hot body.” He pulled her hands away and kissed her on the head. “Not to mention inside you.” Richard picked her up causing her to cry out. She noticed he stared down at her pussy.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“N-nothing,” he said.
“What do you mean? You keep staring at it.”
“You’ve got a pretty one is all.” Before she could look down at what he’d been staring at he placed her in the warm bath and got in behind her.
“Hey, this was supposed to be for me,” she said.
“So what? Consider it an act of saving the environment,” he said.
“Please. You don’t care about the environment.”
“Yes, I do. I want to take care of this planet. At least to guarantee there’ll still be a place for when my kids grow old.”
He soaped her body, and Scarlet felt him pay particular attention to her pussy. She frowned as he washed his hands and began to massage his fingers inside her.
“Seriously, you want to do this now?” she asked.
“Of course not.” He pulled out and handed her the soap. “Your turn to wash me.”
“So you’re thinking of having kids?”
“It’s the expected thing to do,” he said.
“You don’t want them because you love someone?” she asked.
He scoffed. “Love can be overrated.”
Scarlet couldn’t argue with his theory. Look where the idea of love had gotten her. “Some people believe in it.”
“But you don’t, Scarlet.” Richard made it more of a statement than a question.
“I used to,” she said honestly. “I used to think one day a man would come and sweep me off my feet, and everything would be brilliant in the world. I’d have a couple of kids and be the wife who stayed at home baking bread and cookies.”
“What changed that ideal?”
“What some young girls and kids don’t realise is that life sucks. Not all of us are destined for a fairy tale.”
Scarlet soaped his body, and they finished their bath in quiet. No words needed to be spoken.
He helped her out of the bath, and she was shocked by how easy it felt to be with him. Together they walked hand in hand to the bedroom.
“I brought the phone so you could phone Harry. I’m going to go and make both of us some breakfast.”
Her heart melted. He’d thought of her son. Did this mean anything more? She didn’t know but dialled the number he’d left on the bed into the mobile.
Lily picked up first.
****
Richard pulled out a saucepan and placed it on top of the hob. From the fridge he gathered some butter, eggs and bacon. He thought about what she’d said in the bathroom. Every woman deserved a fairy tale. At least every young girl needed to know there was good in the world. He put the coffee machine on, broke the eggs into a bowl and began to beat them up with a fork. The bacon he placed into the sizzling hot pan while some butter melted in the non-stick pan. A bit of salt and pepper added, and he beat them again before adding them to the butter.
He didn’t want to think about what he’d seen on her thighs and leaking out of her body. Through the night he’d forgotten to put a condom on. He knew cleaning her the way he had wouldn’t guarantee anything.
Shit, I should have remembered the fucking condom.
His seed had been everywhere.
Scarlet came out and handed him the phone. Richard listened to Lily’s excited chatter while he finished up breakfast and thought about the woman next to him. Something big and dark had happened in her past, big enough to make her afraid to open up and live her life. He was pleased to find Lily liked her. Lily kept going on and on about double dating and getting to know each other.
“You know, Richard, it’s nice to see you with a real woman and not one of the horrible stick-thin people you seemed to like so much.”
He chuckled. “I’m pleased you find my tastes have improved.”
“Very much so. And let me tell you her son is so adorable, but he’s got a nasty cough about him. Poor guy.”
“I hope I can deal with all of that,” he said.
“Excellent. Ohh, I’m so excited. So this double date?”
“Goodbye, Lily. Say hi to Wayne.”
“Okay, have fun for now.” They hung up, and he served breakfast to Scarlet.
Scarlet inhaled appreciatively. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
“One of the many perks of being me. I don’t like going to restaurants all that much. Besides, I’m usually expected to have a date, and sometimes I just want a quiet meal.”
Richard enjoyed seeing her appreciation. The eggs he’d made sure were fluffy, and the bacon crisp but not burnt.
“This is really good.” She nodded her head and took a sip of her coffee.
“Do you cook?” he found himself asking.
“I’ve got a son. Yes, I do, and I enjoy it, too.”
“I’d like you to cook me something sometime.” To have a romantic meal cooked for him was part of his fantasies.
Bloody hell, I am turning into a woman. Next I’ll have love songs playing on the stereo.
“If you want,” she said.
They finished their breakfast off, and Richard went and gathered a newspaper from the reception area. The place was similar to a hotel, but most of the clients purchased rooms for longer periods; and it had a small shopping area on the main floor.
Around the store he picked up some chocolate and snacks. He’d brought a movie for them both to watch. A week was all he had of her attention, and he intended to use it how he saw fit. Spending the entire week screwing might sound like fun, but he wanted more than her naked for memories when she went on her way.
He passed a stand with notebooks. The object that took his attention wasn’t just the notebook but the entire collection. A small blue dolphin design was decorated on the cover, and there was a paperweight with a group of dolphins surrounded by the ocean, each design more beautiful than the next. The cost was irrelevant, and he couldn’t resist. He picked up each one. When he got to the till and the prices were rung up he didn’t bat an eyelid. Money never concerned him. On his way up he deposited his purchases in his safe and went to search for the woman whom he hungered for more than food.
Richard found her on the veranda overlooking the city below. “Of all the places you could live, why do you live above the city where you work?” she asked even before he made his presence known.
He moved to her side and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I live near my offices, and it’s easier to get to work.”
“But at the weekends you could be anywhere in the world. Why here?”
“Maybe I like seeing where I am?”
“What? Sort of master of your city theory? You look over all of your subjects going about their daily lives?” she said with a laugh.
“No, not really. Being in the country would just make me realise who I truly am,” he said. Every second he spent in this woman’s company the more he opened up and began to realise how cut off he’d become.
“And what would you realise?”
“That no matter how much money I spent I’m already lonely.” She stroked his hands where they lay on her body.
“You can fix that,” she said.
“I know, but I don’t want to.” He didn’t want to get into the horrible situation with his parents. Where Wayne’s were away, drunk on some distant island, and Tony’s accepted everything he did, Richard’s expected to be updated on any potential Mrs. Shaw. They’d tear Scarlet apart. His father would say the woman was mistress material. And coming from his father that was a compliment. Last time he checked, his dad treated his mistresses and any children from those unions better than he treated his own wife and son.
A wife is the face of your life you put as a front to the world. The mistress is the true woman you want to be with but can’t ever really be with in the public eye.
He wanted Scarlet, and because of his desire for her, not love, he would never subject her to the maliciousness of his society. She deserved much better from him.
“I bought us a movie to watch.”
“Not some action movie I hope.” She chuckled.
“No. A love story. I think you’ll like it.” He led her back through to his sitting room and placed her on the sofa. Richard filled pots with snacks and put the television on. The movie started, and he coaxed her to lean up against him.
He sighed, so happy to have her close to him. Never had he watched a movie with a woman who enjoyed snacks and the relaxation. Usually they wanted to go and shop and spend money.
Her hand reached out and took some of the cheesy snacks he’d brought. The story was a sweet one, a tender romantic love that built over time. The love wasn’t instant, and the guy a complete jerk but gradually he came to realise he always loved the heroine. Part way through Richard intertwined his fingers with Scarlet’s and placed a hand on her waist. When the sex scene occurred between the lovers on screen he tensed up. Scarlet stayed the same, but her breathing came out in small pants and a slight moan escaped her lips. Richard stared down and saw her looking at him.
He didn’t know what to do. First, he didn’t want to spoil their time together watching the movie, and second he didn’t want her thinking all he wanted was sex.
Instead of making a decision he waited for her to make the first move. The movie was forgotten as they gazed into each others’ eyes. He wondered if she could see into his heart. Detect any of his emotions he felt for her. She still wore the dressing gown whereas he wore clothes.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Nothing you’re not prepared to give,” he said straight away.
She stared back at the screen; another scene had started. The sex was already done and finished. He’d be happy either way. Whether she decided to continue watching the film or change and make love, as long as she stayed in his arms, he’d be happy.
Scarlet got up on her knees and moved over him to place one of either side of him, so she straddled his lap. He kept his hands at her waist but didn’t do anything. What was about to happen would be because she wanted it.
As soon as she got on his lap she stared at him, and her eyes glazed with an edge of panic.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.
He cupped her face and kissed her on the lips. “Do whatever you want to do. Don’t force anything.”
Scarlet nodded and kissed him back. Her fingers sank into his hair, and she moaned as she explored his lips, her tongue tracing over his bottom lip before she tentatively glided inside his mouth. Everything happened because she wanted it to happen. Her hands moved away from his hair and down to the buttons on his white shirt. Her small fingers undid each button in turn. By the time her small, chilled hands opened the shirt and she touched his naked torso and chest, Richard was already on fire for more.
How he managed to keep hold of his wits was beyond him.
She undid the sash of her gown and pulled it off her body. She sat over him completely naked. He gasped when she pressed her full tits against his chest and hugged him to her body.
They stayed like that for a while until he couldn’t resist and began to touch the curve of her back, following the line down to cup her generous ass.
“Make love to me, Richard,” she whispered in his ear.
He didn’t need asking twice. He took her to the rug on the floor. The softness would be gentle against her back. Even though he wanted to fuck her hard and fast, he’d make sure he was gentle. The trousers were gone in seconds, and he didn’t wear underwear when he stayed at the penthouse.
A condom was pulled from the pocket, and he quickly pulled it on his hard shaft. His hand teased open the molten folds of her pussy, and he tested her cunt to make sure she was ready for him. Scarlet was dripping wet and ready for him. Richard tried to contain his appreciation, but he couldn’t.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me,” he said.
“I want you so much.”
“I’m going to give you everything. Are you sure you aren’t still sore?” he asked. Richard didn’t want to hurt her, but the need to ram his cock so deep inside her cunt was strong within him.
“Please. I want you,” she said.