Chapter 2 Episode 2

HAVE SEX WITH ME

WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN

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CHAPTER 2

THIS STORY HAS A LOT OF SNUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

"Sleep with me, let me make love to you tonight and I will keep the hotel running."

Paige felt as though she was going to pass out, the room was spinning and how she managed to stay standing was a mystery to her. "What?"

He ran his hand along her cheek. "Come back, around nine and let me make love to you and I promise I'll leave the hotel going and everyone will keep their jobs. I just want one night with you."

"I'm not a prostitute," she hissed at him.

"I know you're not. If I wanted a prostitute I would get one. I want you," he says, letting his eyes roam over her slender body.

"You sir are a depraved lunatic. There's no way I'll agree to sleep with you," she said, daring to give him a shove back.

He grabbed her, pulling her roughly into his arms. "Go home and think about it. Trust me when I tell you that you won't regret it. I can make you feel things you can only dream about. I will touch you in a way no man has ever done. One night Paige, that's all I want." Cupping the back of her head pulled her close and kissed her.

Her legs felt weak, her lips being crushed under his as he kissed her. It was rough, yet sensual as he devoured her mouth with such passion. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck but fought it, leaving them dangling by her side. When he stopped and moved from her she opened her eyes. He wore a smirk on his face and in the heat of her anger she slapped him, hard across the face. Her eyes went wide when she realized what she had done, afraid of what he'd do to her. She would bet that no woman had ever dared to hit him. To her surprise, all he did was rub his face, a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You have the fire in your eyes Paige, and passion in your soul."

She hurried over to the door and as she placed her hand on the knob his went on top of hers. "Let me out," she yelled.

"You can go. But think about the deal and if you decide to do it be here around nine." He then opened the door and she bolted to the elevator.

She wiped the sweat from her brow once the elevator doors closed, her heart was beating so hard she could almost hear it. That kiss scared her, she had never been kissed like that before and it left her weak, out of breath. God help her she liked it, she felt the wetness between her legs. How could a man she didn't like have this amount of effect on her with just one kiss? One thing she knew she wasn't going to sleep with him, he was nothing but a coldhearted monster.

Arriving home she thought everyone was out, so swearing she threw her purse across the room, hitting her roommate with it when the bedroom door opened.

"Hey," Kathy squealed when the purse hit her chest. "I've never heard you swear before, what's got you so worked up?"

"It's nothing," she says, picking up her purse. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I didn't think anyone was home." She felt embarrassed, it wasn't in her nature to lash out, let alone swear.

"Tell me, Paige," Kathy said, pulling her over to the small sofa and sat her down. "You and I have known each other for like four years now. We're friends and you know you can tell me anything and I won't breathe a word to the others."

"Well, you know about the hotel closing and how I've been working with the owner, against my will. He said he was willing to keep it open if I made a deal with him."

Kathy's eyes widened. "Deal, what kind of deal?"

"I'd rather not discuss it, it's just too sick," Paige said, shaking her head.

Now Kathy was not one to let things go and she could be very persistent, wearing one down until they started talking. She had a feeling this was going to be juicy. "Paige, we both know when something is bothering you it's better that you get it out, it will make you feel better, and see things more clearly."

"You aren't going to let it go are you?"

"No, so start talking."

Paige looked down at her hands which was still shaking. "He says if I sleep with him tonight he'll keep the hotel open and everyone will be able to keep their jobs. I can't do it, Kathy. It's wrong to have sex for financial gain, I'm not a prostitute."

"Of course you're not. But tell me, what does he look like?"

"What has that got to do with anything?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious," Kathy said with a smile on her face. "Really though, is he good looking?"

Paige rolled her eyes, that was all Kathy thought about, whether a man was good looking or not. "Yes, very much so, but he's dangerous looking. His eyes are dark and cold, they hold no warmth in them. Honestly, he kind of scares me."

"Ok, let's think this through. He's a gorgeous billionaire who wants to spend one night with you and for that, you and the others will keep your jobs. I don't really see a problem with that."

Paige jumped off the sofa and started pacing. "It's wrong, I can't sleep with a man I don't know just to keep my job."

"If you don't then you'll lose your job, then what will you do?" Kathy asked.

Tilting her head back she closed her eyes and groaned. "I don't know."

"You can always come work at the club. Earl is always looking to hire young dancers," Kathy said, knowing damn well Paige would never strip.

"Seriously Kathy, as if I would." She points to her breasts. "Besides, these aren't big enough to fit the requirements."

"Yeah, you may be right," she laughs. "One night with the man can't be that bad. And he will be going back to Italy soon and you'll never have to see him again, right?"

"Right," She nods. "What if he's into some rough and kinky stuff? What if he's violent and hurts me?"

"Then you tell him right from the start that you're not into it or the deals off." She takes Paige's hand and drags her into the bedroom. Rooting through her closet and takes out a short black dress. "You can wear this, you'll look so hot in it you'll have him eating out of your hands."

"I don't want him eating out of my hands."

"If you decide to do this then you must have the upper hand." She goes to the dresser and takes out a pair of red panties and bra, the price tags still on them. "You can have these, they're both too small for me but will fit you perfectly."

Taking the panties she blushed. They were so sexy and see-through, the bra was also very sheer and her nipples would be seen through the material. "I don't know about this. I was just going to wear jeans and a sweatshirt."

"Don't be silly, you might as well look hot," Kathy said with a smile on her face. "I have to go to work now. If I'm late Earl will have a fit. "Look hon, doing this will not make you a bad person, men have been using women for years, it's time for some payback." With that, she picked up her purse and walked out.

Paige fought between her morals and her wanting to save all those peoples job. Maybe Kathy was right. If two consenting adults wanted to have sex what would be the harm? And if there was to be something gained from it is it still wrong? In the end, she decided to go ahead and take one for the team. Well, it wouldn't be too bad, she was sure it would be over in minutes and would never have to see him again. So jumping into the shower her thoughts went back to the kiss. That kiss showed her how powerful he was, how he took control, showing her he was in charge, not her.

Putting on the bra and panties that Kathy gave her she checked herself out in the mirror. They were way too revealing and thought about changing but noticing the time left them on. The dress fit her to a tee. She brushed her hair and instead up putting it into a ponytail left it down.

Taking a deep breath she puts on her jacket, she hoped no one she worked with was still there, she didn't want them seeing her. The night shift didn't know her so she wasn't worried about them. Checking her makeup, satisfied she left her small apartment and headed to the hotel and to the devil himself.

Stepping into the elevator she started having second thoughts. What if he ignored her request not to be abusive and forced himself on her. He was a strong, muscular man, taller than her. She was petite and had little strength, he could easily overpower her. Taking a deep breath she steps off the elevator, it felt as if she were walking in slow motion as she took baby steps towards the door to his suite.

She tapped on the door lightly, hoping he wouldn't hear it and she could leave. But the door opened immediately, and fear coursed through her veins when it was the big goon who answered it. She didn't know his name, nor did she want to. What was Mr. Maestri planning, was he expecting to have the man join in?

"Come in Miss Mosley, Mr. Maestri will be right with you. Have a seat over there," he said, pointing to the sofa. "May I take your coat?"

"No," she said, clutching the top of her jacket. She walked over and sat down, feeling relief when the man walked out, leaving her alone. She was a jumble of nerves, though it was warm in the room she felt a chill.

When he entered the room she looked up at him. Damn, he was so handsome in his dark suit and his hair also dark, almost black, his masculine scent drifted over to her.

"Paige, I'm so glad you decided to come," he said as he walked over to her. Taking her hand he pulls her to her feet and turns her around. "Let me help you out of your coat," he said, his hands on it pulls it slowly over her shoulders and down. "You smell so good." His mouth was so close to her neck.

"Mr. Maestri, I want you to know I won't allow any form of abuse or kinky stuff so if you plan on hurting me I will walk out right now."

Turning her around to face him he cupped her face in his hand. "I will do a lot of things to you, but hurting you is not one of them." He ran his thumb along her bottom lip and grinned when it started to quiver. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes," she said when he removed his hand. She inadvertently ran her tongue over her lip where his thumb had touched.

Gabriel handed her a glass of champagne and sat down next to her. "You can stop calling me Mr. Maestri when we are alone, call me Gabriel." He watched with amusement when she lifted the flute to her lips and drank it all in one gulp.

"Can I have another one?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You wouldn't be trying to get drunk now would you?" He gets up and brings her back another, handing it to her.

"No, she answers, shaking her head. "I'm just a little nervous. I'm not in the habit of coming to a strangers room for the sole purpose of having sex. Blackmail sex," she said before thinking.

"It's not blackmailing Paige."

She looked up at him. "What would you call it?"

"I call it two people getting together to enjoy the pleasure of each others flesh."

He takes her glass from her hand and places it on the table. He stands up, holding out his hand for her to take.

He helps her up, his eyes traveled down her face to what he thought was an amazing cleavage. "I like this dress you have on, you look so beautiful." His hand went around her throat and he pulled her close, his mouth came down forcefully on hers. Satisfying his need to taste her lips he released her, grinning when he saw how her chest was heaving, it was sexy and he knew she had enjoyed the kiss. "Go over to the bed and take off your clothes and get in," he ordered her.

The feel of his hand over her throat and his kiss left her breathless. The tone of his voice and the dark look in his eyes she knew there was no way she could resist. Like someone in a trance, she moved towards the bed, with her back to him she reached around and slowly pulled the zipper now, not realizing the slower she did this only added to his burning desire to have her. As the dress fell to the floor she went to get under the covers but stopped when he called out.

"No, take it all off and face me, I want to see you." His cock grew hard when he saw what she looked like, she had on panties and a bra that was so damn sexy, her nipples showed through the sheer material. He watched as she removed the bra first, her breasts were perfect, small but so round and firm. When she slid down the panties he had to bite down on his tongue, she was perfect. "Beautiful," he said softly." *********

As she was about to get into bed he stopped her again, saying he wanted to get a good look at her. Her eyes moved down and she blushed when she saw the bulge in his pants growing. She silently cursed herself when she found that her core was throbbing and she felt the wetness between her thighs. How could she possibly be turned on when she was about to do something that others would think wrong, even if it was for a good cause. Both excited and afraid she climbed into the oversized bed and pulled the covers over her.

She wanted to look away when he started taking his clothes off as he walked over. But she couldn't, it was like her head was being held and her eyes wouldn't close. Her heart fluttered, sweat formed on her body when she saw his chiseled abs, his arms strong and muscular and a tattoo of a scorpion etched on his left arm. The sound of his zipper being pulled down seems so loud to her and when his pants and briefs were off she stifled a gasp. His manhood was huge and standing at attention. A thought crossed her frazzled brain, how could she of all people have this much effect on a man. After all, she wasn't a beauty by any means, she was small and in her mind was a plain Jane.

She laid there as he got into bed next to her, a shiver went through her when he then got on top of her, his warm, hot flesh touching hers. Their eyes locked together, she felt the heat from his hand when he brushed her hair away from her face. His broad shoulders filled her vision and she looked back into his eyes, eyes that were filled with danger. His position was pressing his hardness more intimately against that aching throb between her legs, she felt the hot, velvety length of him on her flesh. When he lowered his mouth he took hers with a possession that rocked her to the core. She was powerless to stop his tongue from forcing its way into her mouth, the feel of it caressing her own tongue she couldn't stop the small moan that reverberated against his mouth.

His mouth left hers and moved down her chin to her neck, leaving a path of feather-like kisses along the way, his hand cupped her one breast, running his thumb over the nipple. Without meaning to she arched her back when he took her breast into his mouth sucking on the nipple, it felt so good and she ran her hands through his hair. Her breathing became raggy and choppy, his musky scent filled her nostrils. His hand moved down to the folds of her pussy, using his fingers he slid inside, rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Eyes closed tightly she squirmed frantically against his fingers, flashes of lights behind her lids appeared when her body spasmed and she felt herself coming. "Oh, Oh Oh God," she screamed.

Just when she thought he was done and would get his own release he moved his mouth down to between her legs. His tongue flickered against her sensitive folds, she jerked when his tongue entered her. He moved inside her, going deeper and moving from side to side, his hands under her ass held her close as he continued his attack on her. She grabbed the headboard as her body shook when another orgasm occurred. She was spent, weak and couldn't take anymore, but he was not done with her.

His mouth came down hard when he kissed her mouth, she could hear his heavy breathing and his moans as the blunt tip of his manhood entered her. He moved slowly at first but soon his thrusts became harder, filling her to the very core and he plunged in deeper and faster. The feel of his cock inside her felt so good and she began moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. **************************************

Gabriel had intended to just fuck her quickly, to prove to her that he always got what he wanted. But once his lips tasted the sweetness of her mouth he changed his mind. It was obvious she was naive when it came to sex. Her scent, the taste of her soft flesh sent his head into a tailspin, he had to have more of her. She tasted sweet as he savagely attacked her pussy, willing her to come, which she did. Usually, it turned him off hearing a woman making so much noise, it always sounded so fake. But coming from Paige it excited him like never before, therefore it encouraged him to do more to her. With skill, he touched, kissed and sucked, bringing her to two orgasms. His balls were aching, his cock hard and throbbing it was the time he got his own release. She was tight when he entered her, and so wet for him, the muscles in his stomach tightened. The heat from her when she was wrapped around his cock, he felt her clamping down on his shaft, the feeling was amazing and he groaned, letting go he took her hard, pounding into her, hearing her screams once again when they both came.

Still inside he looked down at her face that was flushed, her eyes glazed. He moved the hairs that were stuck to the sweat that she was covered in. " You were amazing, so beautiful." Giving her a kiss, one that was hot, forceful he finally stopped and rolled over onto his back. ********

She laid there for what seemed like forever, trying to catch her breath. This was totally unexpected, she thought it was going to be a quick one. But instead, he took his time, he was so skilled in the way he made love to her. Yes, it was making love, not just sex. Her body was alive for the first time ever, was this what making love was really about? When she gave her virginity to Jerry at eighteen it was not like this, nor any of the other the times they were together. If what she did by agreeing to this was wrong she didn't care, it was too good to feel that way. She also knew this was a one time deal. When she heard his even breathing and knew he was asleep she slipped quietly out of bed and reached for her clothes.

"Where are you going?"

She turned to look at him, covering herself with her clothes as best she could. "Home," she answered shyly.

He put his hands behind his head, his eyes moving over her body. "You don't have to go, you can wait until morning."

Her eyes downcast, she just couldn't bring herself to look at him. "No, I need to leave," she said and made a mad dash to the bathroom.

Washing up she then puts on her bra and panties and stared at herself in the mirror. Her face had a pinkish tint to it, her lips were swollen. She ran her fingertips over them, remembering how he kissed her with such force, and yet she liked the way it felt. As good as the sex was she still felt a tinge of sadness and regret in the way she gave her body so freely to him, and mostly for enjoying it. Now she had to walk back into the bedroom and she could only hope that he would be asleep.

So putting on her dress and brushing her hair she walked ever so quietly as not to wake him. But no such luck, he wasn't in bed. She found him in the main room, wearing pants but no shirt. God, he looked so damn hot with his hair all messed up, not to mention his muscular chest.

"I ordered a car to take you home, it will be a few minutes." He hands her a glass of champagne which she accepted, she needed it. After what they had done, and being this close to him it made her nervous. He acted as though nothing had happened, as though it was a normal thing for him, which it probably was.

He took the glass from her when she finished it and using his finger put it under her chin, lifting her head so that she had to look at him. "I really enjoyed the time we spent together, you were amazing," he said, brushing his lips lightly against hers.

Grabbing her purse she opened the door and hurried to the elevator, she had to get away from him. At home, she took a long, hot shower. Her body still tingled from his lovemaking, she could still feel his tongue inside her and the way his cock felt as he moved in her, moving in and out as his pace sped up.