A Dangerous Legacy Pt. 03

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madam_noe
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"The baked Alaska should be here soon," Julian said causally.

I just whimpered and groaned at the same time, certain I was losing my mind.

Ninety minutes later I was sure of it. Julian had wanted to go dancing so we wound our way to Late Bar. Andre and Pierre declined, choosing to sit at the bar. Pierre told me he in fact did dance, but didn't want to abandon Andre. Andre merely said he didn't wish to dance.

The typical club music wasn't what I would choose but it did what it was supposed to and supplied us with a beat. Thanks to the spell giving me grace I held my own, mostly following Julian who was a divine dancer.

For four songs we kept up the hectic pace and then it slowed.

Dancing with Julian was something else entirely. I'd never enjoyed dancing before mainly due to the fact I was rather uncoordinated and so were most of my partners, plus club lighting had never been friendly. I'd had epilepsy since I was a child and strobe lights were the bane off my existence. Somehow, I could not believe it was gone now, and I tried to enjoy all the flashing lights, but thirty years of conditioning was hard to ignore.

Julian moved like water over the earth, pure power and smooth grace. Following him was truly a shadow of a more intimate act. When the lights slowed with the music, I let the worries go. Dancing slowly, held tight in the circle of his arms, my desire reached a new pitch never before discovered.

"Come with me," Julian urged as the song hit the last bridge.

I could only nod and take his hand as he led me towards the bathrooms. Not my idea of romance, but frankly I was so far gone I no longer cared. Prairie grass preserve or nightclub bathroom, it didn't matter as long as I was with them.

Julian led me instead to an office and locked the door behind us.

"How did you know this was empty?"

His green eyes just sparkled as he pressed me to the wall. Julian's hand skimmed down my side, over my hip, and he cupped my thigh. Raising my leg he pressed closer as he set my foot on a low filing cabinet.

Looking down at me I felt his hot breath on the bridge of my nose. I could only lick my lips as his fingers danced at the edge of my panties. "How much did these cost?" he asked in a low voice.

"Eighty dollars."

"I'll buy you three more pairs."

That was my only warning before he grabbed the panties and ripped them. I gasped, shocked truly. This was something I could see Andre doing, but never Julian. Then we were kissing again and when I reached for his shirt he let me tug it up.

Beneath his skin was warm, stretched over those hard muscles so harshly defined in his lean length. He moaned as I found one of his nipples and stroked across it. Between us his hands fumbled with his pants and though hope filled my heart I knew it wasn't to be what I'd come to need so desperately.

Sure enough his long erection sprang free and he buffeted away any of my attempts to grab it and stroke him. Instead he guided my hands to his shoulders, dipped his knees as if he was about to spear me, but all he did was slide his cock against my wet opening.

One hand cupped my ass and kept me aloft on my toes, and his other hand tugged my dress down to grab a breast desperately. All the while he rocked against me, sliding against me, in time to the thrumming bass that shook the room with the new faster song. All I could do was hold on, thrust to meet him, continue our dance.

He slid across my clit perfectly and I whimpered, feeling more moisture gush. Julian murmured and gently brushed my lips with his. I realized he was speaking a language similar to one of the many I now spoke, but other than it was lyrical I couldn't place it.

It didn't matter. On one slide down his cock caught, and for a breathless moment I wondered if it would slide in. Of course he didn't allow it, resuming his slide, but the wondering was enough. My breath hitched and at that our mouths fused, and then I was shaking and screaming as I came hard.

Julian tumbled with me, apparently as aroused as I was. His cum hit my slip and spread along my belly as he shook in my arms. I swallowed his cries, still fluttering deep within, and we slowly ratcheted down, panting, to almost normal. God it seemed like each man took forever to cum, but the noises Julian made and the way he trembled in my arms made it beautiful.

He stroked his cum, working it into my skin, kissing along my jaw to my ear.

"All the rest of the night you'll wear my cum, feel it."

I whimpered as I dragged my aching leg back down and stuffed my ruined panties into my purse. "You're all trying to kill me."

He grabbed me and pulled me close as my dress fell into place. "Just making sure you enjoy as much of la petit morte as you can." His accent, all of theirs, always lightly French, seemed heavier after orgasm, and the French words in that husky accented tone nearly made me cum again.

"Oh," I sighed, entranced.

With that he kissed me, chuckling softly. With his usually raw passion, it was somehow slower this time. My body screamed out for more, already spoiled, greedy, and thrown headlong into hedonism. But Julian only pulled back and led me from the office back to the dance floor.

Once more we danced and then he traded places with Pierre. Pierre was a fine dancer, and when I asked him where he'd learned he remarked that it was as easy as foot placements in sword fighting. Having violated the "no past rule" he quickly kissed me and danced away, speeding up his movements. I lost myself to following his lead, and it was fun, though no less sensual than it had been partnering Julian.

We left shortly after and Julian stoked my fires all the way home. Diego happily greeted us and I petted him with a look trying to communicate I wanted privacy. He obliged and ran back inside, seeing his toys in my office. Once inside I couldn't wait and enticed them all as we hit the kitchen. Andre responded by scooping me up and carrying me to my bedroom while Pierre noted a mattress was far more comfortable than a table while Julian promised me I would prefer more comfort than the evening's experiences had afforded me so far.

Once more Julian ended the wild night thrusting between my legs while Pierre filled my mouth, and Andre brought his brand of rough command to my breasts. Breaking order, when we all collapsed, it was Pierre who brought me to the bathroom and helped me clean in the shower.

This time when I mentioned just one more night until Alessandra's return, Pierre turned passionate and nearly desperate. I thought for a moment we might both forget ourselves but at the last moment he drew back, burying his fingers in my pussy with one hand, guiding my hand to his thick cock with the other.

Once more I was left satisfied and still vibrating with deeper need. Once more I tumbled into bed, surrounded by men, and felt a warmth in my chest like coming home. And nothing else mattered.

***

Our last full day guaranteed together dawned strangely. I woke to feel Pierre leave the bed, the first to the gym. Then Julian went to start breakfast, and Andre was the last. We lay for a short time together, he held me firmly in his arms nestled together like spoons. He kissed me gently when he left for his turn at the gym, and then I slept alone, feeling Diego climb onto the foot of the bed and nuzzle my feet over the comforter.

Julian woke me and to my surprise all he wanted to do was hold me through breakfast. No kinky sex. Instead we laughed about our adventures that week as he nuzzled behind my ears. Wrapped in his arms, laying back against his chest, I ate my breakfast which was medallions of sliced filet with Hollandaise over it, baked eggs, and what seemed to be homemade English muffins. There was fresh fruit with the unorthodox Eggs Benedict and my coffee held a distinct cocoa flavor.

Andre and Pierre were gone again when I dressed and came down, so I took Diego for a walk and then settled in to write. Tonight was Andre's turn, I couldn't help but think on it time and time again when I was supposed to be writing. What would it hold? The final night, perhaps I would finally feel them inside me.

Julian and Pierre were complex men, but easy to get a handle on. Pierre was always smiling, laughed easily. He was earthy and basic. With his broad build and dense muscles he could easily have been a scary being, but men like him who were proverbial good guys often turned to jokes and easy smiles at a young age to put those around them at ease. He was pure salt of the earth and innocence wrapped in a thick helping of pure man. In other words he was the boy scout, the Superman type.

Julian was the artist. Creative, kinky, sensitive, temperamental, his moods were a bit like a cat's, albeit far more affectionate than the average puss. He was a man who lived in details and loved assembling them into a grand picture, in short he lived and breathed art. I was very curious to see his picture, the secret painting project.

Andre...if Pierre was the hero and Julian the artist, I supposed Andre was the general. He was by far the most mysterious, though I knew he wasn't affecting it. The others looked to him to confirm decisions. They deferred to him at meals, in all activities. He certainly had the quiet manner and regal bearing of a king, though from his business acumen I would have said CEO.

Once more I wondered who they really were, where they came from. Remembering myself, I realized I'd forgotten to research my aunt. I Googled her, Alessandra Joeson. Scary to think that was my mother's maiden name, I'd never heard it before and it seemed very strange.

Nothing.

Everybody had something. A LinkedIn or Facebook profile, some mention of an old arrest for drunk driving, or a name on a property deed. Even a byline from some news story polling opinions on the CTA or PTA. But she had nothing.

I went out to find Julian and see if I could question him, after all asking about who Alessandra Joeson was now didn't violate the whole "no-past" rule. The kitchen was in disarray, a pot nearly boiling over and vegetables half-chopped. Diego was staring ponderously making a slow whining sound out of concern. I scratched him reassuringly behind the ears and checked the door, finding it locked.

"Julian?"

No reply.

"Julian?" I called again. He wasn't on the first floor nor in the basement. I checked the second floor and even put on coat and shoes and checked the garage. Julian was gone. His coat and wallet were still there, so he didn't run off to the market.

Cautiously I returned to the small room in the basement that always had a closed door. In the day between meal preparations, this was where Julian was to be. I know I shouldn't have, but I wanted to see his project. I'd only knocked, and lack of answer gave me the excuse of doing a proper search.

Inside there was no Julian. There was just a chair at a high sketching table, an upholstered loveseat, shelves lining one wall crammed with art supplies, a small bar style sink in the corner with dirty brushes dumped inside, and a stool in front of a canvas. I had discovered the painting Julian wanted to show me, but had been forgotten in the press of all our erotic adventures.

The canvas stole my breath. Depicted there on a small mossy rock jutting from the forest floor, reclined a woman. He flowing dress lay opened, revealing firm, lush breasts, and damp, honey blonde waves down her back. Her skin was a paler shade of honey, her eyes were heavy lidded but the sea green shone through. She was pure seduction, but the unmistakable look of innocence was there. Though she was clearly of age, she was on the cusp of girlhood and womanhood, her sexuality fresh and precarious, heavy, yet delicate, and obvious.

It was me.

Fascinated, I had never imagined myself in this way. Whatever I looked like, in my head I was simply Anna. I was the girl who'd lived in the dark and yet always cried at the national anthem. I was sporty, logical, and secretly creative. I was sexual but basic, made for a simple life, merely living, alive without zest or much vigor.

Through Julian's eyes I was a kind of goddess, and he'd captured my birth into deity. If I didn't recognize the woman in the painting, I would have said it was the moment that godhood was bestowed by some besotted immortal, conspicuously absent. Perhaps we the viewers were meant to feel like that god, discovering this beauty, desiring her so much as to make her immortal.

"Do you like it?"

I jumped and slammed a hand to my heart at Julian's words in my ear. Whirling about I found him there dressed in a thin, loose sweater, sleeves rolled up, and tight blue jeans. His feet were bare and oil paints smudged his face above his golden stubble. Suddenly an old fantasy rushed to mind, of seducing an artist while he was painting, and ending up with paint all over.

"I like it very much," I said in response to his question, though I found myself enthralled with his fine-boned hands, and licked my lips. They could do such wicked things to my body and yet the work in the painting required such a delicate touch. "You have quite a gift."

I dragged my eyes up to his grin. Once more his eyes were half hidden by his long bangs, reminding me of a wild creature, but he suddenly looked more mature than I was used to, it was probably the stubble. No, it was the look in his eyes, something ancient and purely male.

"Do you really like it?"

"I'm slightly embarrassed by it but it's amazing. It makes me feel like I am viewing life through a window. Hell, it even makes me desire her."

He put his arms around me, resting his chin in top of my head. I was not used to men so tall, but with Julian it felt right. "That's how I view you. Beautiful, seductive, and just a little unsure, uncertain, even awkward. If you wanted to, you could be a seductress that Mata Hari would envy. Instead your innocence, your openness, your honest responses make me feel like your slave."

I hugged his arms and knew in that moment, I was in love with him. I felt myself blush to realize that, though he thought it was the compliments, I was sure. "Funny, would a slave order his owner to spread her legs at dinner?"

He squeezed me tighter. "God, Anna, if I don't bury myself inside you soon I'm going to go mad. If everything goes to plan, this time tomorrow, I can be inside you when you scream my name."

I couldn't help but shiver. "I hate having to wait."

"It will be worth it. It has to be." He turned my head and kissed me. I turned my body and gripped him, kissing back.

I missed my morning orgasm more than I thought and I found myself stroking his body, hands buried under his shirt. I was trembling by the time my hands skimmed down to his hard cock. When his hands grabbed mine I bit his lip. Julian bit me back playfully and I gasped.

"Not today. I had so much of you yesterday. Tonight, wait for tonight." With that he pulled back, and dropped my hands. "Now I still have more to do to finish this before the official unveiling tonight. Off with you, I'll call you for dinner."

Playfully I swatted at his butt and left with a sigh. At the door my wits returned long enough for me to pause. "Julian, where were you? I looked everywhere, even outside."

"The bathroom down here," he said with a smile.

"But I searched that."

"Perhaps we just missed each other. I did run out to the garage for more turpentine and lava soap."

Something about that bothered me. All week long there had been something off about the men, something I couldn't put my finger on. Well, perhaps all my questions would be answered the next day at noon when Alessandra arrived to tell me if I had passed the test, or if I'd failed and be doomed to lose what had come to mean so much to me.

Less than twenty-four hours left with them and Julian had now twice refused any kind of sex with me. If I had to wait for the night it had better be something fantastic. Because somehow I just knew, even if Alessandra did take my memory, I would still be left with an aching hole in my heart only those three men could ever fill. I was once more discovering what had always made me fear love: the knowledge it was so fragile, could end so easily, and take so much of you with it. What would I do if this final test was surviving such a heartbreak?

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cantfightfatecantfightfateover 10 years ago
Excellent.

And a great turnover time. Thanks for making the wait as short as possible. Can't wait to see what happens next.

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