Small Town Secrets: A Forbidden Romance Page 11

  “Margaret. How much do you need?”

  “What?”

  “How much would it be to buy this apartment?”

  “What?” the elderly woman repeats again, flabbergasted.

  “So you never have to worry about rent again,” I say slowly. “How much?”

  “Mr. Bates I-”

  “Margaret, anything you need now, anything that Lacy needs, that’s my responsibility. I am here to keep you safe. I see how much Lacy loves you and I want you both to be comfortable and to thrive. So yes. I’m buying this building and putting it in your name. You’ll never have to worry about rent again. I’ll get my accountants on it,”

  “Mr. Bates, no. I couldn’t accept such an offer,”

  “Margaret. This is not up for argument. Lacy isn’t working as a maid for me anymore, so I owe it to her family to make up for that salary. Plus, I want to keep her safe and out of harm’s way. Do you understand me? I want you to do your beadwork in peace. That’s all that matters to me. That Lacy and her family are happy.”

  Margaret looks at me and I see it then. Not just the mirrored beauty of my girl, but the spark behind her eyes that reminds me of my dead mother. If she’d lived, I could have brought her out of her split level in Detroit. I could have given her the life she needed. She always wanted a Steinway piano, and with my fortune, she could have had ten of them. But unfortunately, my mom’s long gone, so I give Margaret and Lacy what I couldn’t give my mother.

  We look at each other once more. Margaret is on the brink of crying and so am I. There is nothing but trust between us. I reach out and shake her tired, wrinkled hand. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and Lacy walks into the living room. She is wearing a little pink blouse, tight fitting and cheap. She wears skinny jeans and tennis shoes. I wish I was the seam of her pants, going right into her crotch. What I wouldn’t give to breathe her in, to taste her on my lips. She lets her hair down and shakes her head back and forth as the long blonde locks fall over her soft shoulders. I swallow heavily, while standing to greet my girl.

  “You look beautiful,” I murmur in her ear. “You ready to get some new outfits?” I ask her. “Anything your heart desires.” I trace the pink lace on her bosom.

  “I’m ready Mr. Bates,” she says. “Did you and Aunt Margaret have a nice chat?” she asks.

  Aunt Margaret turns around, wiping her eyes discreetly.

  “We sure did honey, we sure did.”

  CHAPTER 4

  LACY

  My heart is pounding as I look out the window of the limo. We pass all the shops slowly, and Howie points out each one.

  “That’s where we’ll go for swim suits, and there you can pick up some summer dresses. If you need heels, only that place will do.”

  The shops have names that I’ve only seen in magazines like Ferragamo and Gucci. I never dreamed I’d be actually walking into places like these.

  “Come here,” says Howie. He pats the space between us. The day I spent away from him, after he drenched me in champagne on the chaise lounge and had me moaning into the night, well, that day has been the most exciting day of my life. I absolutely gushed to Aunt Margaret about him. About his absolute charisma and the telltale ache in those blue eyes. I told her about how he fired me but then promised the world. Of course, I left out the naughty parts just to spare her the details.

  But somehow, Aunt Margaret knew, those blue eyes twinkling. She was skeptical at first, but then relented.

  “Just be careful honey,” was her gentle admonishment. “You know how men can be. They’re dogs.”

  But something was different about Mr. Bates, I could tell. There was anguish in those blue eyes and hidden hurt in his soul. I make it my mission to soothe him of his troubles.

  I scoot over to him in the giant backseat. The leather under my fingertips is probably more expensive than all of Margaret’s kitchen appliances combined. I get closer and closer to the thighs of my man. He’s decked out in a blue navy suit and I can see that under his belt line is that massive bulge I’ve been hungering for. When I went to sleep last night, I licked my lips and imagined I was swallowing his cum. I could almost taste the flavor of our last fuck emanating off my tongue and body. God, I don’t know what’s come over me. I have so many dirty thoughts now. With Charlie, I had dreams, but they weren’t like this. That’s what makes me so scared. I have to confess something to Howie.

  “Mr. Bates,” I murmur, as I edge close to his side. “Um, I have to tell you something.”

  He holds me to his chest and I relax into his side.

  “What is it, my princess?”

  “Well, it’s just that, with Charlie…”

  I feel him tense up when I say the name of my ex.

  “Well, he and I we, gosh. Well, we never had sex.”

  Howie holds my head back.

  “What- so you?” he seems startled.

  “I was a virgin until you came in me.”

  “You were a virgin?”

  I take a deep breath.

  “Charlie wanted to wait until marriage. He said he didn’t want me to be a slut. But I never knew even what being a slut was, if that makes sense. So yes, you were my first,” my words rush out as I burrow my face in that strong bicep. “I’m sorry. Are you angry?”

  He’s silent for a moment, and my heart crashes. Oh god, I never should have told him. Slowly, I steal a peek at his face.

  “Oh sweetheart no, I’m not mad at all. I just wish I had known I was taking your virginity. I mean, you were so tight so I should have guessed, but I just thought that you’d already slept with Charlie.”

  “No,” is my soft murmur. “You were my first.”

  “Good,” says Mr. Bates, “because that’s all over now Lacy. He’s long gone. God. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I popped your little virgin cunt. That hot fucking cherry tasted so good, baby, I just want to take care of my little princess.”

  I laugh as he picks me up by my butt and swings me over his thighs so I’m facing him on the backseat of the limo.

  “You’re a natural,” he says. “The way you responded to my cock inside you, I would have thought you’d been a dirty whore your whole life. But you’re just a little virgin princess.” He licks my ear and I feel the hot wetness seeping from between my legs and through the fabric of my jeans.

  “We’ve arrived,” comes the chauffeur’s voice over the intercom. I slip off of Howie’s lap and he slaps my ass hard. We open the door to the bright sunlight, my eyes squinting against the scare.

  “Come on sweetheart,” says Howie, taking my hand. “Let’s check out what this boutique has.”

  And I gasp because as the golden doors swing open, I feel as if I’ve stepped into someone else’s life. I don’t belong in a store like Valentino. But with Mr. Bates by my side … all of a sudden, I do.

  CHAPTER 5

  LACY

  I twirl in the mirror. The salesgirls at the shop are kind and helpful. Maybe it’s only because I’m with Mr. Bates, but I push that thought from my mind. This is like a dream come true, and I’m not going to let bad thoughts ruin it.

  Because who am I to say no? So instead, I revel in the luxury. The salesgirls know my size the minute I walk in and give me tons of beautiful dresses that fit my curves just right. The blue striped dress goes best with my pale skin tone and blonde locks. My brown eyes glisten in the mirror. I am so grateful for the experience of wearing such an expensive outfit. But then I look at the price tag and almost scream. It’s double Aunt Margaret’s monthly rent!

  A knock sounds on the dressing room door.

  I open it to reveal the salesgirl with a wide straw hat and sandals in her hands, along with a beautiful leather handbag and a stylish Italian watch.

  “Mr. Bates asked me to complete your look,” she says.

  “My look?” I ask, puzzled.

  “Yes, so you’ll look fully put together in Italy.”

  “Italy?” I ask, dumbfounded.

  Now the salesgirl
is puzzled as well.

  “Yes, for your trip to Italy this summer? He didn’t tell you?” She looks confused and sets the extra items around the dressing room. Frankly, the dressing room is bigger than my bedroom at my aunt’s apartment, and nicer as well. The walls have a gorgeous floral wallpaper and the mirror has a golden frame.

  But did the woman just say Italy? The salesgirl smiles and shakes her head before leaving me alone. I try on the shoes and the accessories. Oh wow. It’s a whole new me. I am the picture of an elegant woman on an Italian vacation, someone you might see in a travel guide.

  But this can’t be happening. Two days ago I was a virgin maid scrubbing the floor, now I’m a sex crazed debutante? I reach under my dress. I’m so wet I’m about to leak through the skirts. I take off the dress and sit down on the floor of the dressing room while leaning against the wall. I can’t help myself. I’m so full of juice and I just need to let myself come.

  I’m pumping my fingers in and out while thinking of Howard. This is dirty I know, but sometimes the need strikes and I have to take care of it as soon as possible. I moan and get lost in the pleasure. I don’t even hear the door open. I don’t even open my eyes. Something soft touches my lips and I open my eyes. I’m face to face with Howie’s monster cock. He’s standing over me, pushing his hard shaft through my pink lips.

  “Somebody couldn’t wait,” he growls. He pushes his cock deeper in. I can’t believe how big it is. I think it’s going to get stuck in my throat. He’s so thick that my eyes are watering.

  “Baby, I want you to relax the muscles at the back of your throat. Can you do that for me?” He eases his big shaft deeper in. There’s no way the whole thing is going to fit. “Take a big breath through your nose, Princess.” I do as I’m told. “I want you to take all of my cock in baby,” he urges again.

  This time, I loosen my jaw and my man in fully inserted. He groans, then he extracts his giant dong from my lips. “Good baby. That was excellent practice. You make me feel amazing. Are you playing with your dirty cunt on the floor of the dressing room?”

  I smile and pump my fingers in and out of my pussy in reply.

  “That’s good, sweetheart, get yourself all wet for my cock.”

  I’m about to come when the salesgirl starts knocking on the door.

  “Everything okay in here?” she says. Her voice is absolutely clueless and I can hear the doorknob rattle.

  But Mr. Bates isn’t fazed at all.

  “Everything’s okay,” he calls. “I’m just in here with Lacy making sure everything fits okay.”

  The woman is as dumb as a doornail.

  “How do the sandals look?” she chirps.

  Howie pants then, his blue eyes gleaming as he stares at my heaving form.

  “Goddam beautiful,” is his growl. I can barely let my mouth open because I’ll be screaming if my lips part. Howie fingers my wet clit and lowers his mouth to suck me. He looks up at me and smiles.

  “You taste incredible baby, god.” He licks me and I feel his tongue flitting in and out of my tight hole. I can’t help it. I close my lids and lean back on the wall of the dressing room. How did this happen to me? It’s still all so surprising. I look down at the dark hair bobbing between my legs and all the sudden my thoughts are gone. I can’t think at all! I’m just oozing into my Howie’s mouth, when suddenly it happens.

  “Ahhh!” I scream. I grab his head and pull his face deeper into my cunt. I feel him licking me everywhere, tunneling into my pink channel. I grind my pussy on his face until my orgasm crests, exploding with a million bright lights. Howie lifts his face to me. He jaw is totally soaked.

  “Oh Mr. Bates …”

  “My princess.”

  Fortunately, the salesgirl’s gone now. She must have realized we were up to something naughty, and I steal a shy look at the billionaire.

  “I don’t know if I heard her right …,” are my shy words.

  “Heard who right?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and petting the pretty fabric of the sundress.

  “Well, the salesgirl. She said something about Italy?”

  Howie smiles and kisses me on the cheek.

  “That’s right baby. Italy. I’m taking you to my Villa. It’s a nice place. I think you’ll like my Florence property.”

  My eyes widen. I have never been anywhere outside of the eastern United States. I mean, once I went on a road trip to Pittsburgh with Charlie, but I don’t think that counts as a vacation. Not when you’re sleeping in the car and eating Burger King to save money.

  So the words Mr. Bates says are totally foreign to my ears. His villa? In Florence? Can he be serious?

  His eyes twinkle.

  “You like juicy ripe tomatoes and beautiful views?” he asks.

  I stammer.

  “Yes, I mean, I probably would love those things. I’ve just, I’ve never traveled Howie. I’ve never seen the world!”

  “And the world has never seen you. Not like this. Baby, you look incredible. Let’s go to the next shop and get you some real evening wear. If we want to have long, magical nights together on my terrace with my Italian neighbors, you’re going to want to be in the finest silks and laces. Lacey things for a girl named Lacy.” He hugs me. I can’t believe what’s happening to me. What will Albie think? One day I was working under her in the house of a stranger. The next, the billionaire’s buying me gowns and spoiling me rotten. What could possibly happen next in this fantasy? I fall in love? I buy my aunt an entire apartment building in repayment for her kindness to me?

  Like he can read my mind, Howie takes my hand and lifts me to my feet. I can feel the bulge in his pants as he hugs me in the dressing room. He’s still so hungry to fuck my cunt. I want him to. I’m hungry too, this time, for lunch, but I also want my special man to spurt his hot jizz deep into my vag.

  Oh gosh, where are these dirty thoughts coming from? With Charlie, things were just awkward and bad, so the filthy fantasies that run through my mind when it comes to Mr. Bates are totally new. I never thought I was capable of this kind of thing until I hopped on Howie’s cock on the kitchen floor. Sure, it hurt a little bit, but I blocked out the pain easily, looking into those beautiful blue eyes. God. What a fox.

  Next thing I know, Howie escorts me out of the dressing room. He’s putting bags and bags of designer items on his credit card for our upcoming trip to Italy. The salesgirls look at me like I’m royalty. It’s possible they might be jealous, and it’s incredible because nobody’s ever been jealous of me before. I was the quiet girl in high school. I didn’t know how to dress for my body and wore jeans and t-shirts most of the time. It was comfortable that way.

  But when I met Charlie, everything changed. He wanted me to “own my assets” is what he said. I realize now that what he wanted was for me to dress slutty. So he put his sister on it, and like a naïve girl, I listened. Candy showed me how to wear skimpy little outfits and shake my ass. She was a stripper in the next town over. Although I didn’t have anything in common with her then, she managed to change the way I looked, even if inside, I was still the shy girl with big glasses. I even snuck out a few times when Charlie was working late and looked through the windows of the strip club. There was his sister with her tits hanging out of a tiny bikini. Then the bikini was off, showing nothing but acres of skin.

  And to my surprise, I was oddly turned on. I watched how the men touched themselves in the audience. I wanted somebody to look at me like that. To stroke their massive erections while I danced for them. But I wasn’t brave enough. I was just a little girl with nothing to offer.

  But Howie makes me feel like I’m someone special. He kisses my cheek and escorts me through the door. Two salesladies carry our bags for us, throwing sideways glances in my direction. I recognize that look. The salesgirls look at me the way I used looked at Charlie’s sister on the stripper pole. A combination of jealousy and admiration, all mixed in together.

  Oh god, how can this be happening? How can I be comparing
my experience with the billionaire to my experience watching Candy strip? But I guess it’s the fantasy aspect of it all. And I have to be careful because once the clock strikes midnight, I’ll be left with nothing but a pumpkin for a carriage.

  CHAPTER 6

  HOWIE

  My chauffeur stacks Lacy’s new wardrobe in the trunk of my limo. We slip into the back seat and I notice the wet spot between Lacy’s legs. Her jeans are soaked through from our experience on the floor of the dressing room. I catch myself staring.

  “Humbert,” I say to the driver. “Please roll up the partition.”

  Lacy’s eyes widen as the black-out window goes up and a divide is created between the driver and us in the backseat. It’s like she’s never been in a limo before. Oh right. She probably hasn’t been. That’s why I love my Lacy. She’s barely seen a thing a thing in the world. But god, she sure knows how to come. This blonde angel is a little orgasm queen. Every time I rock her with my tongue, I tell myself this is it, you’re coming with me everywhere.

  “You are aware we’re totally alone now?” I say to her. I lower my hand to my bulge.

  “We are?” she asks, her gaze doe-eyed and wet.

  “Yes Lacy. Now that the partition is up, the driver can’t see us or hear us. It’s like we’re all alone, on a foreign country. Something similar to Italy.”