Page 6 of CEO February: Brax Danvers
“It’s okay, I live here,” I said, waving the gate key. It always came across as crazy to me, the gate needed to be unlocked for me to enter so it was highly likely I was allowed to be there.
We returned back home so I could grab the address for Ingrid and then hailed a taxi.
Sally and I spent a half hour with Ingrid, and I enjoyed every moment of it. She cried when she saw Sally and I was pleased to see the dog greet her like an old friend. She hadn’t forgotten who she was. I sat and let her off the leash, Sally ran between us, not knowing who she was being disloyal to. I laughed and shooed her to Ingrid.
We chatted and it turned out, Ingrid had a fabulous memory of her childhood. Sadly, it wasn’t the childhood itself that was fabulous. Ingrid had been a child in a concentration camp during the war, she even showed me her tattoo, a line of numbers to identify who she was. I could have stayed longer but it was lunchtime. I was escorted out, but not before I made a promise to return.
“Darling, can we skip dinner? I have a surprise for you,” said Emilia on my voicemail.
I called her back. “Of course, am I going to like this surprise?” I asked warily. One could never be too sure that what Emilia had planned was to everyone’s taste.
“I think you will, and don’t worry, we’ll get to eat,” she laughed.
“You didn’t give me a chance to explain earlier, I can’t stay over, I have a dog now.”
“That’s a shame. I would offer for you to bring the dog, but I don’t really like them. Never mind, just bring yourself.” She clicked off the phone and I called the restaurant to cancel.
I lounged in my courtyard for an hour or so, reading the papers and catching up with news from home. I hadn’t heard a word about my ex until I openedThe Postand saw her wedding photograph. She was a society girl and often made the news, mostly for the wrong reasons, so I was sure she’d be pleased to have such a flattering picture of her splashed for all to see that time; the previous occasion had shown her sucking the cock of my friend in his car.
I walked Sally and settled her down; it would be the first time I left her since she came to live with me. She’d been on her own when I’d shopped, but on that occasion I expected to be out for some hours. I kissed her head and hoped she’d be okay. It made me realize that other than Annie, who lived too far away, I didn’t know anyone in my neighborhood I could call to check in on her.
A taxi deposited me outside Emilia’s townhouse in Knightsbridge, one of three homes she owned in London. I walked up the stone steps to the front door, wondering what I was going to be faced with. Before I found out, the door was opened by a man in a butler outfit. Knowing Emilia only had a housekeeper, I assumed he was the entertainment.
Emilia stood in a slinky black dress, dripping in diamonds. She held out both hands to take mine and led me into the living room.
“Darling, I’ve missed you. I wondered if you’d found a younger model,” she said. I never knew her exact age, other than it was approximately half her husband’s, and he was in his eighties.
“Emilia, you’re not old.” I said what was expected and then kissed her cheek.
“I have a rather exciting evening planned. Do you want to eat first?”
“I’m happy to do whatever you want,” I said, again, the required answer. Emilia no doubt had the whole evening planned out to the exact time her husband would call to watch.
“I like to hear that, Brax. You Americans are so very accommodating.”
The butler, a young man and very handsome, even if I had to say so, stood by the dining room door. He didn’t acknowledge us, but she patted his cheek.
“Isn’t he handsome, Brax?”
“If you say so, my dear,” I replied, laughing. The man gave a small smile in response and I began to think his role in our evening was more than just serving dinner.
With each course the butler stripped off a layer of clothing. Eventually, he served us coffee on the terrace completely naked. He poured from a silver coffeepot and I winced as the pot got a little too close to his body. He laid some small cream cakes on the table and I guessed they weren’t for eating when Emilia picked one up and smeared it over his cock. She licked cream from her finger and swirled it around in the mess that she’d made. Of course, his cock grew hard, as did mine. It wasn’t necessarily the sight ofhim, but her. She didn’t look at him once, just slid her hand up and down his shaft while staring at me. Emilia was the biggest tease I’d ever come across, that was her thing. She taunted, teased, and she’d make herself come before allowing me access to her. By that time, as she so clearly wanted, I was hot for her.
That evening, however, it was slightly different.
Her terrace was completely shielded from any onlookers, not that I cared about that. She stood and pulled her dress over her head; she was naked beneath. She used both hands to smear the small cakes over his chest, his ass, and his face. Then she licked.
She circled him, licking his ass, and his cock pulsed. She rubbed herself against him, coating her body as well. It was then I noticed a small table that held pots with paint brushes in them by the large daybed. Next to those was an ice bucket of bottled water, wet hand towels, and condoms. The evening was getting interesting, for sure.
“Join us, Brax,” she said, leading the man over to the bed.
I rose from my chair and stripped off my clothes; if everyone was naked, I wasn’t going to be the only one dressed. She lay dramatically with her arms over her head, fanning her hair in a precise manner. I chuckled as I joined her.
“Paint me, darling,” she said, and the butler did as instructed.
While I lay beside and kissed her, he used the brushes to paint her body in what smelled like chocolate. White and dark all marbled covering her body. I liked the feel as she slid against me, gyrating, clearly wanting to rub her pussy on my thigh. I forced my leg between hers, giving her what she wanted. When thepaintwas used up, he spooned behind her.
He rubbed her tits, tweaking her nipples, coating his fingers in the chocolate, and placing them in her mouth for her to suck. I teased her pussy, opening her lips, and spreading her slickness. She brought her leg up and over the man behind her to give me better access. I slid two fingers inside, hooking them to stroke her walls and pleasure her in a way I knew she liked. She stretched her arms over her head and rolled to her back, I slid down the bed and between her legs. Although totally unrehearsed, the guy and I were in tune with where we were going and what we were doing. He straddled her, pushing his cock between her breasts as he held them together. He slid effortlessly over her sticky skin.
