Penthouse of pleasure - uncertain desire (German Edition) (5 page)

“Right! Let’s get to the pleasant part of the evening. Are you hungry?” Liam’s eyes are sparkling adventurously. I shrug my shoulders. I’m not hungry at all and feel emotionally drained. But I promised Liam to go out for dinner with him. It’s the least I can do to thank him for helping me.

“Come on, Kate! You should be happy to be rid of that prick and that
you
are not expecting his child!” Liam playfully nudges my side. “I’m going to take you to one of my favorite restaurants and then we’ll drink to your new life!”

„What new life?” I ask miserably. “I’m still homeless and haven’t got a job!”

“Look at the bright side,” Liam interjects. “You can make a fresh start without having to consider anyone else.”

“Um,” I grumble. I can’t be quite that positive yet.

Liam reaches under his seat, opens a panel and miraculously produces a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “Let’s have a toast,” he says and skillfully pops the cork. “This might help you relax. You put on a great performance. I didn’t think you’d go through with it.” He hands me a glass. “Here’s to you!”

“Thank you for helping me,” I reply and we clink glasses.

“My pleasure,” Liam smiles. “After all, I’m getting paid for my services. How about a little advance?”

I square my shoulders. Liam is right. I should focus on the now and forget about Andrew. For the next few hours at least. “Um, let me think about it,” I join in his game. “Maybe just a tiny little thank you kiss.”  I deposit my glass in one of the stylish cherry burl drink holders and lean over. Liam really has the most extraordinary eyes. I don’t know anyone else who can look at me in such a sexy way. I look at him, too, and very slowly trace his wonderfully masculine lips with my tongue. He opens his mouth and for minutes our tongues dance an exciting Tango. I gasp for air, then I very slightly bite his lower lip. “That will do for a down-payment!” I decide.

“You think so?” Liam pushes a strand of hair from his face and grins. “And what if I don’t agree?”

“You’ve just got to live with it!” I counter.

Liam laughs. “Lucky for you that we’ve already arrived or I wouldn’t let you off so lightly.”

The limo stops outside a brand-new, ultra modern high-rise building in the inner city. The chauffeur opens the door for us and helps us to get out of the car. “You can take a break for now,” Liam addresses him. “I guess we’re going to have quite a late night!” 

“Certainly, sir, as you wish.” He taps his cap, wishes us a pleasant evening and discretely withdraws. It looks as if Liam uses the limo quite a bit. Does he perhaps own it? I decide to quiz him over dinner. I really want to find out more about Liam.

A minute later we sit with our aperitifs at a table with a sublime view over the city. The restaurant is on the top floor and the panorama is truly breath-taking. It’s dark outside by now, the city has donned it’s best evening gown and presents itself in a beautiful sea of lights.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Liam points at the view.

I nod in agreement. “Yes, it’s stunning!”

“You deserve it after everything you’ve been through today!”

“That’s very sweet of you, thank you!“ I reply. Strange that such a nice guy doesn’t have a girlfriend.  Or maybe he does and she doesn’t know anything about his eccentric tendencies.

“Tell me about you,” I invite him. “What do you do when you’re not busy helping women to humiliate their exes?”

Liam distorts his face, apparently not terribly pleased with the question.

“That’s not fair!” I scold. “You already know practically everything about me and I know next to nothing about you!”

Liam sighs. “I don’t really like talking about myself. What do you want to know?”

“How about your full name for starters. I don’t even know your last name.”

“Is that really necessary?“ Liam sounds distressed. “Can’t we just enjoy the evening – without all these silly questions?”

“No,” I’m determined. What’s his problem? Why is he so guarded? I didn’t enquire about his bank balance or anything intimate. All I want to know is his name. “If you want to spend time with me, you’ll have to answer my question. Or...”

“Or what?” Liam says arching his eyebrows.

“Or I won’t sleep with you again.”

“I don’t think so!” Liam’s looks angry now. “We had a deal.”

“Cut it out. This is ridiculous!” I imply a bow. “May I introduce myself? I am Katherine Thompson. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

“William Theodor Alvord at your service, Madam,” Liam replies sarcastically.

I gasp. Alvord? The name sounds familiar. I think I remember Andrew mentioning it.
“It would be great to clinch the Alvord account,”
he had said.
“An extremely wealthy family.”

“You are one of those mega-rich Alvords?” I ask.

Liam nods. “‘Yep.”

“Andrew apparently knew who you are. And now he thinks I’m with a guy who’s loaded. Oh, my God! That’s why he looked so horrified.” Shocked, I shake my head. 

Liam grins. “Yeah, I also think he recognized me. He’s presumably seen my picture in one of those business journals. They write about me from time to time.”

This is way out, I think. What would my girlfriends say if they knew that I’m sleeping with one of the most stinking rich guys in the county?

“Now you know who I am and we forget about it. When I’m in the city, in the penthouse, it’s my time out. Then I’m no longer William Alvord but plain Liam. And that is who you are now having a wonderful dinner with in one of his favorite restaurants.” 

“So you’re taking a vacation from yourself? And that includes your two friends and a mistress?”

“Let it go, Kate! I’ve already repeatedly asked you not to judge things you don’t know anything about. If you don’t stop now, then...” His blue eyes flash angrily.

But I don’t flinch. “Then what?”

“Then I have to take you to the restroom and teach you some manners.“

I feel myself blushing. It’s unbelievable how flustered I can get in his presence. Must be his incredible erotic charisma. I wouldn’t at all object to his proposition and feel a warm, prickling sensation at the thought of what he might do to me. But modesty wins. What would the waiters in this high class joint think if we suddenly absconded to the washroom together?

I would like to know more about Liam, but I sense that he doesn’t want to disclose any more information. I even understand him in a way. It must be quite demanding to be part of a wealthy and successful dynasty. If I were in his position I would probably take a break myself now and again. But not by sharing a luxury penthouse with two girlfriends and a good-looking guy. It may feel different from Liam’s perspective, but I still find the whole thing extremely disconcerting.

“You’re frowning again,” Liam remarks, enjoying his starter. Even when he’s eating he looks insanely sexy. The way his gorgeous lips close around the spoon...

Liam’s watching me and smiles. Deliberately slow he extracts the spoon from his mouth and licks his lips.

“Pity,” he murmurs. “I would have loved to take you to the restroom. But you’re apparently too much of a chicken!”

“And you’re pretty impertinent! Nobody has ever called me a chicken,” I reply.

“Well then...” The way Liam looks at me makes me blush again.

“Let’s try it! We’ll have dessert somewhere else. Let’s see how you’ll like the place!”

He grins provocatively. I’ve no idea what he’s planning, but I nod. “Okay. Surprise me!”

An ingenious entrée and two glasses of champagne later I’m sitting beside Liam on the backseat of his limo. I’m slightly tipsy. He’s told the chauffeur where to take us, but unfortunately I didn’t overhear where we’re off to. I’ll just have to wait and see. I suppress a yawn. Today‘s exhausting events and the alcohol make me feel tired. 

“Did you just yawn?” Liam wants to know.

“Um,” I nod.

“You can’t fall asleep. That’s completely out of the question. The night’s still young. We’ll just have to properly wake you up again!”

Liam reaches into a compartment beside his seat and extracts a black carton about the size of a shoe box. What’s he planning now?  The partition is still up so we’re undisturbed.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I shrug. Do I trust him? Not really. We hardly know each other.

“I won’t hurt you,” Liam says. “I just want to wake you up a little. Okay, lean back and close your eyes!”

“What are you going to do?” I ask though I’m pretty sure he won’t enlighten me.

“Close your eyes!” Liam insists without entertaining my question.

Right, I think. It’s going to be fine.

I do as I’m told, lean back and close my eyes.

I feel Liam’s hand very slowly circling my breasts. His fingers glide across my stomach and then gently stroke the inside of my thighs.

“I hate pantyhose,” he growls, lifts my fanny with one hand and pulls my tights down a little with the other. “Don’t wear any next time or wear stockings. I don’t want any obstacles in my way!” 

I extend my pelvis towards him. Liam pushes my thong aside and caresses my clitoris, making it pulsate. It’s unbelievable how intensively my body reacts to his touch. He spreads the lips of my vulva apart, penetrates me with two fingers and instantly finds my G-spot. I groan.

“You get wet so easily,” Liam whispers. Very slowly he pulls his fingers back out. “Don’t move!” he says.

I nod obediently. 

I hear a rustling sound. Then I feel something cold between my legs. “What is that?”

“Shush! Keep your eyes closed.”

While moving the cold object along my thighs, Liam stimulates my clitoris with one of his fingers until the unidentifiable something has reached its destination and enters me. It feels bigger than his finger but not as big as a dildo.

“This will wake you up,” Liam whispers in my ear and the thing inside me suddenly comes to life. At first it vibrates slowly, then faster and faster and excites my most sensitive spot. I sigh.

“You can open your eyes now.”

I do and see Liam holding up a small remote control. He grins provocatively. Then he presses the button. The thing inside me now jerks even faster. I moan.

“Well? Are we awake again? Do you like my little vibro-egg?” he wants to know.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” He presses the button again and my whole abdomen convulses with the vibration. 

“Yes! Yes!” I scream.

“Good girl! Now get decent. We’re nearly there. And be nice to me. Remember, I have the remote!” Liam smiles suggestively. He changes the speed again. The pleasure egg vibrates only very slightly now inside my vagina. That insolent son of a bitch knows exactly how to make me sexually submissive. I catch myself wondering if Alex and Marcus are equally good lovers. If they are, I’m starting to understand how the men keep on finding women who agree to their conditions.

The limo stops in a back street. “Here we are!” Liam announces. I barely have time to pull my tights back up before the driver comes to help us out of the car.

In front of us, wedged between two houses from the 70s, is a modern looking, white building with masked-off windows and a neon sign above the entrance. It says “Feel Inn“
in glaring red letters.

“What kind of joint is this?” I want to know. Liam doesn’t answer me. Instead he presses the remote and the pleasure egg inside my vagina dances the Tango again. I take a deep breath.

“You’re asking too many questions! Remember I promised you a special dessert.” Liam takes my arm and pulls me to the entrance of the bar. I wheeze indignantly. The thing inside me is jerking so much, I can barely walk.

A heavy red velvet curtain obscures the view into the bar. Liam pulls it aside and we go in. A long counter, complete with elegant, leather-upholstered stools, dominates the front of the room. Comfortable lounge furniture invites one to linger and large candelabras illuminate the place with pleasant candlelight. Some smartly dressed couples sit around the tables, chatting over cocktails. Nothing unusual, just a normal, trendy cocktail bar, I think.  Liam leads me to one of the tables and orders us berry sorbets with martini. Unless the sorbets in this place are are phenomenal, I still don’t see the reason for our change of location.

Liam has kindly turned the little toy inside me off again so I can relax in my armchair. I’m afraid to ask why we are here. I doubt I can control myself much longer if he turns the vibro-egg back on. I’m not hard-nosed enough not to care what people will think of me if I have an orgasm in public. The egg is really stimulating me. And then there’s Liam watching me with his seductive eyes... I don’t think I can restrain myself much longer. Perhaps that’s his intention. To make me climax in the middle of all these people without even touching me. The thought alone makes my nipples go hard. To distract myself I look around the tastefully furnished surroundings.

“Do you like it here?” Liam asks.

“Um,” I utter.

“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic,” Liam comments and presses the dreaded button. The egg starts vibrating again. Only very slightly, but still impossible to ignore. “Don’t, please, Liam,” I beg him quietly and press my legs tightly together.

“What? I can’t hear you!” Liam’s blue eyes look partly amused and partly interested. His thumb hovers above the little remote. He presses the button with relish and increases the intensity.

“No! Don’t!” I groan.

The berry sorbet is being served and saves me from the vibro-egg for a little while. Liam switches if off and turns to his dessert. I sigh with relief and eat my own dessert without taking my eyes off Liam for a second. It’s very good, but not delicious enough for me to understand why we ended up in this bar. I finish it then drink the rest of the berry-martini mixture. Liam unexpectedly claps his hands, making me jump. “Are you done? Then follow me for the promised dessert!”

Uncomprehending, I stare at my empty glass. „I thought we just had dessert.”

“Not at all!” Liam laughs. “I just really like the sorbet here. And I wanted to give you some time to acclimatize. The actual dessert is next door!” He points to a heavy metal door at the back corner of the room. I had noticed it earlier, but assumed it would lead to a store room or walk in refrigerator. Not so! Liam takes me by the hand and heads straight towards the door. What’s next? I ask myself. I’ve butterflies in my stomach. Is this more than just an ordinary cocktail bar? The name of the establishment had puzzled me right from the start, but once we had gone inside, I hadn’t noticed anything unusual. That changes when Liam opens the metal door. We find ourselves in some kind of a lobby with four more doors branching off it. On the wall to the left are several lockers and a low bench, reminding me of the changing rooms at my gym. Now I’m pretty sure that we are in an erotic club after all. I shudder when I glance at the opposite wall and see a well-stocked shelf with various toys – handcuffs, belts, riding whips and numerous other gadgets. Very obviously S&M accessories presumably employed behind the door labeled
“Surrender”.

“I’m not really a fan of all this hardcore stuff,” I stammer. 

Liam sees my horrified expression and grins. “What exactly do you mean my hardcore?” 

“Well, I like a bit of rough now and again. But not nipple clamps and whips and all that! It’s not my thing!”

“You’re in luck, so,” he winks. “That’s not where I’m taking you anyway!” He points to the door labeled
“Voyeurism”.
That’s where we’ll have dessert!”

I follow him reluctantly. Just then in the restaurant I declared that I’m no coward, but now I wonder if I should have kept my big mouth shut. At least Liam doesn’t intend to leave his clothes behind in one of the lockers and enters the room still dressed. “Come on!” he summons and the vibro-egg starts its merry dance inside me again.