Chapter Three

 

Stella

 

The night of the charity ball had gone so well, but Gavin seemed to be more distant than ever. He stayed up most nights, slipping into bed after I’d gone to sleep. He made sure to show affection whenever Isabella was around, but barely spoke to me when she wasn’t.

“I’m not sure I can do this,” I whined on the phone to Tiffany.

“You signed a contract. It sounds like things are going exactly as he said they would,” she replied.

“It’s just weird,” I admitted.

She laughed and then let out a long sigh. “Are you starting to think this is real?” she asked.

“No,” I insisted.

Was I?

“Be careful, Stella. This is a business transaction, nothing more,” she warned.

Maybe it was just hormones. I was feeling lonely the last couple weeks without my regular booty calls from Hans.

“I know. I’m just…” I stopped myself from saying horny. It was so vulgar.

“Stella, get a vibrator,” Tiffany said quickly, as if she could read my mind.

I laughed. “You’re right,” I agreed.

“Stella, let’s go!” Isabella pulled on my arm.

I loved seeing her get so excited. We’d set up a studio in the guest house by the pool, and now each Thursday afternoon became a ritual to buy more paints, brushes, and canvas.

I shoved my phone into my purse and took Isabella’s hand, letting her lead me out the front door.

My red sports car that Gavin had purchased for me was a blast to drive, and even though I’d pouted when returning my Kia to the lot, I hadn’t thought about it even once since.

“Are you and my dad getting married?” Isabella asked.

“Izzy!” I shrieked, shocked at such a question.

She hadn’t really asked much about her father and my relationship, and for me, that was best. “I don’t know about marriage,” I said quickly.

“You don’t love him?” she asked.

“Of course I do. Your father is an amazing man,” I said, fulfilling section 7B in my contract: always tell the child you love each other, make her feel secure in your relationship.

“Is it because he’s older?” she asked, thumbing through the radio stations from the passenger seat of my car.

“No,” I laughed.

“He works out a lot. He’s in better shape than most twenty-year-olds,” she insisted.

My tongue slid across my bottom lip as I remembered his naked body in the bathroom. He was muscular, toned, and tan. His legs were thick and powerful, his thighs looked as though they were made of steel. What hung between them, his half-hard cock, was larger than most I’d seen fully erect. There was nothing wrong with Gavin Bellefonte’s body. Maybe he wasn’t pleased with my body. My breasts were small, my hips wide, but he had obviously been aroused in that moment.

There were no pictures of other women anywhere in the house, not even stuffed into the back of his closet. Yes, I snooped. I wondered about Isabella’s mother, who she was, what she looked like. What type of women did Gavin Bellefonte like?

“Why all the questions?” I asked, pulling into the specialty art store.

“I like you. You’re not like the others,” she said, and then quickly climbed out of the car.

I was stunned for a moment. ‘Not like the others.’ What others? What were the others like?

My contract restricted me from asking Isabella anything about her mother, or other women that were in her life. If she offered, I of course could not be held liable, but I was not to ask.

It was killing me not to ask as Izzy bounced around the store. She picked out a few new paint brushes and several new oil paints before gripping my hand in hers. “Thank you,” she said softly.

I fought back tears of joy as I stared into her bright blue eyes. “For what?” I mumbled.

“For moving here. I hope you never leave. That’s why I want you to get married,” she smiled.

Wow. Just wow!

“Thank you for allowing me to stay,” I said sweetly.

“Promise me you won’t leave,” she insisted sternly.

My heart filled with panic. That was a promise I couldn’t make. It wasn’t like I was living a fairy tale; this was a business contract, and it would most certainly end. I took a deep breath. She would be eighteen once the contract ended, then I could continue to be in her life if we both so chose. It wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t with her father then, right?

“I promise,” I said softly.

I dressed for our first family date. My mind continued to go over and over the conversation Isabella and I had earlier that day. Should I have promised her that?

“You look stunning,” Gavin said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I clasped my earring and let my hands drop to his. My eyes lingered on our image as I stood in front of the large mirror. We really did make a beautiful couple.

This was as affectionate as he’d been in weeks, at least with Izzy not around. My body melted into his, goosebumps formed on my skin, and I could feel my heart swelling in my chest as I took in our image.

“Just warming up for tonight,” he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck.

“Of course,” I said quickly, feeling foolish for thinking it was anything more.

“Izzy, you should really try the duck,” I insisted as we were handed menus.

“Izzy?” Gavin asked with his tone disapproving.

“I love it,” Isabella blurted out.

“I’m sorry. We use it when she signs her paintings,” I explained.

“I think it’s cool,” Isabella said proudly.

“Isabella is a beautiful name. I spent months coming up with the perfect name for the most perfect girl,” Gavin said.

Isabella smiled and reached her hand across the table to clasp her father’s. “And it is the most perfect name, because it can be turned into Izzy whenever I want to be cool,” she laughed.

“Isabella isn’t cool?” he asked.

“No,” she scoffed, wrinkling her nose in my direction.

“I suppose you think that’s true, as well?” he asked me.

I fought back my laughter. His stern face was so tight I thought his skin would rip right off if he moved. “I think both names are beautiful, because they belong to the most beautiful girl in the world,” I said, smiling at Izzy.

“I can see when I’m outnumbered,” Gavin laughed.

I loved watching him with Izzy. The way he looked at her, you’d think he thought she hung the moon. He was loving, sweet, and very patient with her, even when she was acting like a typical ten-year-old girl.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Gavin said as we drove him that night.

Izzy had fallen asleep in the back seat, her belly full, and her patience gone from sitting in the boring restaurant.

“I’m just doing what you asked,” I said softly.

“No. You are special. The way you are with Isabella…Izzy, it’s exactly what she needs,” he said, squeezing my hand.

He insisted on carrying Izzy to bed, even though I saw her eyes open and knew she was awake. He whispered for me to meet him in bed, and the smile he gave me made me realize he was planning on joining me for the first time, not sneaking in after I’d fallen asleep.

My heart raced as I entered our bedroom alone. I searched through my drawers, looking for the sexy nightie I’d bought when I thought Gavin would be expecting sex. It had been shoved into the back, almost so far I couldn’t find it once I realized he was obviously not interested in me in that way. Now he was—or was he? I wasn’t sure if he was planning on having sex or not, but I was planning on being ready.

I locked myself in the bathroom, quickly undressing and tossing my clothes into the hamper. I sprayed perfume on the back of my neck, slathered my skin in lotion, and checked my makeup before slipping into the slinky, blue nightie. It wasn’t trashy, but instead tastefully seductive.

I heard the bedroom door close, and then Gavin call out to me. “I’ll be out in a minute,” I yelled through the door.

In the mirror, my image was stunning. The nighty was short, showing off my tan legs, and low cut to expose what little cleavage I did have. I ran my fingers through my hair, mussing it a bit before finally opening the door.

“Wow,” Gavin gasped, sliding his tie from around his neck.

I tried to act coy, as if I wasn’t trying to get his attention. “I picked this up last week; I thought I’d start sleeping in something other than sleep pants,” I smiled, lying about the length of time the garment had been stuffed into my drawer.

“It suits you,” he said sweetly, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

I moved toward the bed, watching him as he watched me. My hands smoothed out the case on the pillow and then pulled at the comforter to expose the expensive sheets.

My eyes lingered on Gavin, his chest exposed, and his hands on his belt. “Should I?” he asked nervously, motioning toward the bathroom.

I shook my head slowly, smiling in his direction.

His lips curled into a crooked smile as his hand ripped open his belt and pants. I watched him slide his slacks past his thick thighs, and then stand before me in just his boxer briefs.

The outline of his cock was evident in the thin material, and looked to be harder than I’d seen before.

My mouth watered as he slipped them away from his flesh, exposing the most impressive cock I’d ever seen.

“Wow,” I said, giggling, and then pushing my face into the comforter.

He grinned, obviously proud, and then pounced onto the bed toward me.

“I take it you’ve warmed up to me,” he said softly.

His blue eyes penetrated through my soul, rocking me at my core. Oh, I’d warmed up to him, all right.

He slid under the thin sheet and pushed his body toward mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his flesh as he gripped me with his strong arms and pulled me close to him. “You smell nice,” he whispered.

I wanted to say thank you, but as his hand gripped at my ass cheek, spreading it apart enough to tug at my pussy, all that escaped my lips was a deep sigh.

“I love that ass,” he growled, squeezing my cheek tight in his hand.

His mouth pressed into my neck; my head fell back and enjoyed the sensation of his lips and tongue against my delicate flesh.

My nightgown pushed up past my hips as his hand moved between my legs. “No panties?” he asked, sounding both pleased and surprised.

I giggled as he pushed the gown further up my body, until it finally rolled over my head and onto the floor.

He jerked back the blankets and the sheet, exposing my now naked body to the well-lit room. He raised to his knees, his cock dangling over me as he let his eyes fuck me with intensity. “Open your legs,” he demanded, his tone deep and strong.

I didn’t hesitate, opening my legs to please him.

His fingers slowly ran up my leg and then played with the swollen flesh between my legs as I let out a moan. He separated my plump pussy lips with two fingers, while one slid at my entrance, playfully working on the juices resting inside my hole.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his finger into my body.

My body arched toward his hand, as if to beg him to fuck me deeper.

He pulled out his finger slowly, sucking the juices from his own flesh. “You taste as amazing as you smell,” he whispered. “Roll over.”

I wanted to watch, to see him, to be able to reach out and touch him, but I didn’t argue. I rolled to my stomach, covering the pussy he’d said was so beautiful, and my small tits he hadn’t touched. His hands rubbed my ass cheeks, first softly, then with more aggression. He pulled them apart, spreading me open, and let one finger glide through my cheeks to tease my tight opening.

There was something erotic about not being able to see his face, to watch his hands to know what he’d do next.

His hands reached through my legs, pulling me upward until my ass was high in the air. He gently slapped at my thighs until I obliged him by opening my legs wide enough that my pussy spread before him.

“That’s perfect,” he whispered.

His hand slid up my back, stopping at my neck. He gripped my hair, tugging gently, but with enough force to pull my head back into my shoulders. “Do you want to taste me?” he asked.

My mouth watered. I did. “Yes,” I gasped.

He positioned himself in front of me on his knees. His hand gripped my hair, holding my head up and moving my mouth toward his rock-hard cock. I lifted myself up to reach him, on all fours, and realized the large mirror was just behind me. I knew as I looked at his eyes that they were lingering on the image of my pussy’s reflection.

His back pushed against the headboard, his back arched, and his cock rested at my lips. I worked up saliva, knowing taking this large piece of meat into my throat was going to be more than a challenge.

My lips parted, clasping around his flesh. He didn’t thrust toward me, he didn’t move. He let me work my mouth over his swollen head and down his shaft at my own pace.

His deep moans made my pussy ache, and each time I watched him looking toward the mirror, I throbbed with pleasure. I loved that he was so aggressive, so in tune with what he wanted.

My mouth worked slowly down his shaft, eventually taking him deep into my throat as he let out a pleased moan.

I lifted myself with one hand, releasing my other from beneath me to his balls. They felt warm in the palm of my hand as they tightened toward his body. Another moan let me know he was pleased. His hand gently tugged at my hair, guiding his cock deeper into my throat with a swifter rhythm. My lips tightened around him, my cheeks rolled toward his flesh as I sucked hard to swallow him. My pussy throbbed with excitement as I felt him slide further down my throat. His moans grew deeper, and more frequent, and soon he was throbbing between my lips with the threat of exploding his cum looming in my mind. I’d never swallowed before, never been asked to. I wasn’t sure why, but I wanted to taste him, to feel the warmth of his excitement flowing down my throat. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered, pulling his cock from the security of my tight lips.

I gripped his balls, pulled him closer to me, refusing to let up my suction against his throbbing flesh. I heard him sigh, what sounded like ‘fuck’ as his thrusting stopped, and his cock exploded into my mouth.

He pulled out slowly as he continued to throb, giving me a chance to swallow the warm juices of his pleasure.

“Fuck,” he gasped, leaning back against the headboard.

His cock looked tired, exhausted really, and I instantly felt I deprived myself of feeling him inside of me, or possibly of relieving the sexual tension I’d incurred during this foreplay.

He grinned. “Your turn,” he growled.

I wiped my mouth and fell to the mattress, letting my ass lower and disappear from his view in the mirror.

“Oh, no. Get that ass back in the air,” he ordered.

My pussy was already throbbing, my nipples so tight they felt as though they’d explode. He lifted my chin, leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips before moving behind me on the bed.

I found out quickly that an older man had far more experience pleasing a woman than a younger one. His fingers teased me, playfully pulling my juices from where they rested at my entrance. His tongue slid between my lips, lapping up my juices as I moaned into the soft pillow beneath my head.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I squealed.

His finger pushed inside of me, fucking me with a quick rhythm. My body rocked toward him, pushing him deeper and deeper into me as his mouth wrapped around my swollen clit.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, pulling his lips from my flesh only for a second.

It was as if his words were a direct order to my body. The throbbing quickly grew, the pulsating increased, and as my moans became louder and louder with every wild sensation he delivered, my body shook with a wild tremble as my orgasm unleashed onto his hand, his lips, his tongue.

“Oh, yeah,” he gasped, working his finger slowly from my body, and giving my clit one last tug with his lips.

My legs were quivering as he gave my ass a playful slap on the cheek. I felt him lift from the mattress, and then saw him pull open the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. He was rock hard again already. He reached in the drawer, pulled out a foil package, ripped open the top, and pulled out a condom. I couldn’t wait for the sensation of him burying his cock deep between my legs. My body began to rock back and forth in excitement as he moved his hand slowly down my back, stopping at the arch above my ass.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly.

My ass was still in the air, but my hands had released, letting my face fall into the pillow below. “Yes,” I gasped.

“Roll over,” he whispered.

I let my legs fall to the mattress, and then slowly rolled over to my back. Gavin climbed onto the bed, pinning me between his arms as he mounted my quivering body.

His eyes looked into mine with a hunger, and with a strange compassion that made my heart race.

He reached between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance, and then let out a soft sigh. “I’ve wanted this since I laid eyes on you,” he whispered in my ear.

His cock spread my lips as it entered my tight hole. He filled me with a satisfaction I’d never experienced, slowly working himself all the way into my already throbbing pussy.

“Me too,” I admitted softly as his mouth pressed against my neck.

His hips rocked with precision and grace, his body glided onto mine, and as his lips lowered to mine, I melted.

My tongue entangled with his, the sweetness of my own juices mixed with his cum, creating a deliciously erotic flavor in my mouth. He was gentle, sensual, and so romantic as he kept his tongue rolling in the same rhythm as his cock.

Waves of pleasure crashed through my body. My nipples burned, my clit ached, and as my nails dug into Gavin’s back, I knew I couldn’t hold it back.

I rocked my hips toward him, panting hard as I pulled from his kiss, and then the moans started, first soft and agonizing, then louder and filled with extreme pleasure.

Gavin’s strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me toward him and away from the mattress until my legs straddled around his waist and I was sitting in his lap. His cock buried deeper into my body as his hands lifted and lowered me onto his member.

His eyes glued to mine, locking me into a trance-like state as he began to throb inside of me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely, and my body fell limp. He growled. His tone was deep and masculine as he pulled me in close to his hard chest.

As his body relaxed, his grip loosened on my body, allowing me to fall back onto the soft mattress. His lips were still parted, and his eyes still filled with that strange look. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, wiping the sweaty hair from my forehead and away from my face.

My heart swelled in my chest, and I knew that it wouldn’t be able to hold back for eight more years. I wasn’t sure I was capable of eight more days.