Heidi and the Kaiser (10 page)

She moaned and whimpered, her nipples rubbing on the oiled surface, sending shockwaves down to her clit.

“Oh god,” she whispered, resting her cheek against the glass and closing her eyes. “That’s so good.”

“Oh there’s more,” he assured her and smiled as she opened her eyes in surprise when the cock between her legs began to move faster. She saw a remote in his hand and understood. “Like that?”

“Oooooooo-ohhhhh!” There was no getting away from it, but if she’d thought it was too much before… The cock was relentless, moving into her flesh faster, faster, and that buzzing against her clit began to hum a little more.

But there was nowhere she could go. Kaiser held her in the palm of his hand and he watched her from below, stroking his cock at his leisure as he brought her to another climax, and then another, until she was begging him to stop.

“Oh please, no, please!”

He moved out from underneath the table then, coming to stand beside her, the cock between her legs beginning to slow as he pressed buttons on the remote. His cock was a rigid pole meeting the resistance of the glass table and she groaned when she saw it, completely spent from the dildo between her legs and still, still wanting his cock.

Her tongue snaked out toward it, reaching, although she could only taste the oily glass, a barrier between their flesh.

He stroked her back, grabbed her ass, squeezing, as she tried valiantly to melt the glass with her saliva to reach the flesh of his cock. His fingers moved down the soaking wet, oily crack of her ass, probing the hole the dildo wasn’t moving in and out of.

“Has anyone ever taken your ass, Heidi?”

She twisted to look at him, a motion that wrenched her shoulder, her eyes wide.

She gulped and whispered, “No…sir.”

“Good.”

The dildo was gone and Kaiser was behind her, the sweet feel of his flesh so different from the hard plastic cock as he slid it teasingly up and down her sensitive slit.

She was almost glad he stayed focused on the tight ring of her asshole, because she didn’t know if her pussy could possibly stand to be fucked any more.

“Relax,” he encouraged gently, sliding a slick finger past her clenched sphincter.

“Oh!” she gasped when he slid another finger in. Even if she hadn’t followed his instruction—
relax,
she told herself
, relax!
—he wouldn’t have met with much resistance.

Between the oil and the juices from her pussy, she was completely lubed up.

“Here it comes,” he warned her, pressing the mushroom tip of his cock against the puckered crease of her ass. “Nice and easy, now.”

He held her steady with one hand on her shoulder, giving him some leverage, as he pressed his hips forward and slid his swollen, rigid cock bit by bit into that taut space.

“Oh god!” she cried when he was in—all the way in—and her thighs trembled and her ass clenched around his thick hardness. “Please, no… I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he urged, sliding slowly back out, but not all the way, leaving the head in. “Easy now. It’s okay.” He grabbed the tie holding her restrained hands behind her back and pulled her against him, driving deep, making her yelp in surprise, but the sensation wasn’t pain. In fact, her pussy was still so swollen and wet, his balls slapping there sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

“That’s my girl,” he said, his voice like silk caressing her. “Take that cock up your ass like a good girl.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, arching a little and offering it to him.

He groaned at that, grabbing her hips and thrusting in, his cock driving into that tight, humid little hole, not taking anything easy anymore. He fucked her hard and long and before she knew it, she was coming again just from the sensation of his cock plunging deep into her ass, his balls grinding against her pussy and clit.

“I’m going to come!” she gasped, sliding on the surface of the table as he fucked her furiously, grunting with every shove, and she felt him reach his own pinnacle at the same delicious, dizzying moment, burying himself inside and growling as he came, filling her ass deeply with thick geysers of his cum.

Slowly he untied her, first her hands, and she knew his tie—a five-hundred-dollar Georgio—would be ruined from the oil and knew, too, he didn’t care. She rubbed her wrists as he untied her ankles from the table legs and helped her turn over so she was looking up at him, still standing between her thighs, his shirt on but nothing else. She wanted to reach for him she didn’t, holding still and waiting for his direction.

She felt his hand cup her slick mound and she moaned softly, biting her lip.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers and her breath went away, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted it, too, more than he could know, but his words dispelled her hope in an instant. “Right here…” His finger moved over her clit and she whimpered.

“Come here.” He pulled her to sitting, unmindful of the oily press of body staining his Vera Wang shirt as he held her in one arm, the other moving between her ass and the table, pulling her up tight against him, his mouth moving over her neck, whispering into her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t even tell you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his cock slowly and surprisingly throbbing to life again against her thigh, wanting to tell him how much she wanted him, how much he had come to mean to her in such a short amount of time, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she feathered kisses over his neck, his jaw, teasing her way toward the mystery of his mouth, and she felt him relenting, moaning softly as she took his cock in her hand and squeezed gently, rubbing the tip with her thumb as her lips found the corner of his mouth.

“Ahhhh fuck!” he swore when the phone rang, dropping her to the table again with a wet plop and looking at his watch. “I have a meeting downstairs in ten minutes.”

She looked down at herself, then at him, wondering how in the world they were going to clean up in time—of course, he was far less messy than she was. He walked over to his wardrobe, shedding his shirt and finding a clean one. Heidi bit her lip, looking for the first time at the machine he’d used to fuck her with by remote. Where had it come from?

But the mystery was solved quickly as Kaiser opened the door beside his wardrobe, a door she knew was there but had never known to be open. He rolled the machine inside, opening another door and sliding it in. When he flipped on the light, Heidi saw a private bathroom and shower revealed as if by magic.

“I’m sorry to leave you with the mess.”

“I’ll clean it,” she assured him, sliding off the table and looking back at its slick surface.

“You can clean up in here,” Kaiser said, going over to his desk and slipping his boxers and trousers back on. “There are several changes of clothes in my wardrobe for you. Take your pick.”

“Thank you.”

He came over to where she stood, still dazed and oiled and nude, smiling as he assessed her. He leaned in from a considerable distance, careful not to touch her oily skin, and kissed her cheek. “No… thank
you.”

He found his shoes, his jacket, his briefcase, and unlocked the door, leaving her as he said he would, but she didn’t care. She knew he would be coming back, and that’s all that mattered, all that would ever matter.

They were all hers.
All of them.

“Do you want one?” Kaiser smiled, his gaze soft as he watched her flipping through the newly delivered dresses on the rack standing next to her desk in the vestibule. “Tell me which one and it’s yours.”

They
are
mine, Heidi fumed, her fists clenching as she swallowed and blinked back tears, her jaw working.

“This one would be gorgeous on you.” Kaiser pulled the feather-front dress, a luscious red number, holding it up admiringly. “Perfect for your coloring.”

She didn’t respond—she couldn’t.

“It’s the one you liked, the design you grabbed off my desk when Cavelli was here,” he reminded her, holding the dress under her chin. His gaze moved over the dress, and she saw in his eyes that he was imagining the material hugging her curves.

That look was the only thing that kept her focused in the moment.

“I wouldn’t take it even if it came with a Porsche and a lifetime supply of Jimmy Choos.”

Kaiser’s eyebrows went up in surprise and then he laughed, a wonderful sound, shaking his head as he hung the dress back on the rack. “You are a jealous little thing, aren’t you?”

She tried to resist when he moved to embrace her, but his lips tracing her jaw line, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, quickly changed her mind.

“I shouldn’t tell you this,” he murmured, the heat of his breath on her throat making her shiver and arch against him, her arms sliding around his neck. “But since that day in the trailer bathroom, I haven’t been able to even
think
about any woman but you.”

She thought her heart actually stopped for a moment.

He can’t really mean it.

Heidi moved her head back to meet his eyes, looking for the truth there and finding it.
Could it be true?
The heat of his gaze fell to her mouth, his head inclining and she held her breath and waited, motionless, wanting to know it was him, that he was the one who wanted this, wanted it as much as she did, and he did,
he did,
she was sure, finally, sure he did…

“Heidi, I—” He looked confused, surprised by his confession and the magnetic pull between them, his lips coming so close to hers she actually closed her eyes with hungry expectancy.
Finally! Finally!
Her breath caught as his hands pressed the small of her back, pulling her in tight against his hard, lean length, and that’s when—

“Damnit!” she swore, not sure what she was more angry about, the ringing phone or Kaiser as he stepped back, releasing her. Reluctantly, she reached across her desk to answer the call, glancing back, but Kaiser was focused again on the dresses.

“Yes, Mr. Cavelli,” Heidi agreed. “Please hold.” She pressed the “line one” button and it began to blink. “Roberto Cavelli for you, sir.”

Kaiser nodded. “I’ll take it in my office.” He didn’t look at her as he strode by and Heidi sighed, dropping the phone back on the cradle as his office door shut and line one’s blinking light turned solid again.

She slipped into her desk chair with a dejected sigh and stared at the rack of dresses in front of her, chin in hand, contemplating her ongoing dilemma. Lenny had called again last night, urging her to tell Kaiser the truth about the designs. She’d still been flying too high from yesterday’s “punishment” to even care and she remembered guiltily that she had given him some vague, lame excuse to get off the phone.

Lenny kept talking about the truth, but the truth was, telling Kaiser was a bigger risk than she was willing to take. She had played out the worst-case scenario in her head. She could see Kaiser not believing her, accusing her of simply having another jealous fit—he already believed that was her reasoning behind the Andrea-meet-coffee incident—and then firing her. What would she do then? A few weeks ago, this job was just an opportunity…now? Jeopardizing this job meant sacrificing her heart.

How did I get in so deep, so fast?

She didn’t know the answer, but she knew she was more willing to watch her dresses walk down the runway attributed to someone else than she was willing to give up her chance—and she knew that’s all it was, an outside chance, playing the odds, buying her ticket in the lottery every day she came in to work—that Kaiser might really feel something for her.

The phone rang and Heidi jumped, startled out of her thoughts. She grabbed it quickly, pushing the button for “line two,” and didn’t even get a chance to convey her usual greeting before Lenny said, “Hey, beautiful, want to go to lunch?”

“Hi, Lenny.” She smiled in spite of herself, glancing at the “line one” button, making sure it was still solid, meaning Kaiser was still on the phone. She wasn’t allowed to get personal phone calls and she would be in big trouble if it was discovered.

“I can’t take you to Atelier’s like Mr. Moneybags, but we can get a hot dog and take a walk in Central Park. Whaddya say?”

“I don’t know.” Heidi twisted the phone cord around her finger, glancing at Kaiser’s door. She, admittedly, was hoping Kaiser needed her—
wanted
her—during her lunch hour. “Can I let you know in half an hour?” It was just another fifteen minutes before she was due to take her lunch.

He snorted. “Have to ask Daddy?”

“Lenny…” She glanced again at Kaiser’s door and then at the phone but the light showed he was still on the line.

“Have you told him yet?”

“I

told

you—”

“I know you told
me—
” He interrupted her. “But you haven’t told
him,
have you?”

She sighed, turning in her chair, facing the wall. “Could we change the subject?”

Lenny obliged. “Ty said to say hi.”

“How is he?” She smiled, remembering her life running errands on photo shoots.

My god, was it really just weeks ago? It felt like a lifetime.

“Distracted,” Lenny said. “He’s got a new boyfriend.”

“Good for him!” She knew Ty was gay, and had assumed for a long time that Lenny was, too, until he’d made it a point to tell her differently. In this business, if you were a straight man, you almost had to.

“We got into an argument about blowjobs.”

Heidi giggled. “How can you argue about blowjobs?”

“He says guys give better blowjobs.”

“Do they?” She grinned, imagining the back and forth of this conversation. She’d always enjoyed Lenny and Ty’s debates, although she usually kept her own mouth shut unless Lenny insisted she voice an opinion.