Ivory took a few tentative steps towards Risk, but decided to start out as she meant to go on. She stopped in the middle of her journey to his side and asked him very coolly, "Is tonight part of day one or not?"
"Which answer will I have to give to get what I want from you right now," Risk rejoined.
"Well I don't work for free darling," Ivory drawled sarcastically. "You figure it out."
Risk took an immediate dislike to her new persona, but decided to let it go. It wouldn't last long once he got her on her back. "Tonight starts the six months, now come here."
Ivory moved over to his side and leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Risk raised his eyebrow at her "kiss." "Did I miss something," he enquired with less patience than he would have preferred.
"Nothing at all," Ivory denied. "But seeing as to how we just had sex, I thought you'd like to rest before engaging in another round."
"If I'm to get my money's worth, then I should have you on your back every moment you're awake," Risk drawled. "But you're right; enough's enough for one night. Pack your bags. We'll leave in an hour."
"I can't just leave and not tell my mother where I'm going," Ivory denied him hotly.
"From what I could tell, your mother would like nothing so much as for you to go out and have some fun. In fact, when your mother left me here I got the distinct impression that she wouldn't mind at all if I fucked your brains out."
"Well you certainly met her expectations in that regards," Ivory returned in anger.
"You're outrageously beautiful when you're angry," Risk complimented, watching Ivory's eyes bristle as they darkened to midnight blue. "Get packed. I'll be waiting downstairs."
Risk walked down the winding staircases thinking over his impromptu offer. He had never asked a woman to live with him ever, and now he'd just invited a stranger into his home. He'd taken greater risks and lived to tell the tale, what was one more? He smiled as he looked at his watch. "Fifty-eighty minutes," he called up the stairs. He heard Ivory's 'Whatever,' and sat down to wait with a smile on his face.
Ivory sulked around the room pulling a few items from the closet and mumbling under her breath all the while. She was just zipping up her bag when she heard the phone ring. She turned to snatch it up, but it stopped ringing before she could get her hands on it.
On a premonition, she picked the phone up anyway, expecting to be met with a dial tone. Instead she was greeted by Risk's cool tones indicating that she would no longer be working.
"No, she unfortunately cannot work out two weeks notice. She has had an urgent family problem arise."
Ivory marveled that he didn't even hesitate as he uttered the lie. But what else should she expect from such a manipulative controlling megalomaniac? Ivory quietly put down the received, not wishing to hear anymore.
Ivory finished packing and descended the stairs with twenty minutes to spare, not liking the idea of him getting idle and coming back upstairs to remind himself why she was worth so much money.
"Prompt. I like that." He kissed the side of her cheek as she had kissed his earlier, but he continued with the motion trailing light nibbles down the side of her jaw and ending at her mouth. He leaned in for one of his deep evocative kisses, slowly exploring her mouth, inviting her to participate. She tried to resist his seductive tongue, but he won her over in the end and she fell into the kiss like she did everything else dealing with him. He pulled away only when she reached her arms up to curl them around his neck.
They completed the drive to his home in near silence. It was broken only once when she commented that they were not going the right way.
"I think I know how to get home."
And that's me told off, she mused, so she kept her mouth shut and let him drive.
After passing through two gates they drove a quarter mile through what had to be hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of trees, fountains, and landscaping before pulling in front of a four story house. Well, mansion was a better word for it, she corrected herself. It was all gleaming cream and peach on the outside with flood lights pointed every which way.
She was still gazing at the property in awe as he came around and opened her door, taking her bag and guiding her up the front stairs.
"This is your house?" she asked somewhat stupidly, wondering why he would keep an apartment, no matter how fabulous, only 30 minutes away.
"Who else's would it be?" he snapped, not understanding her obtuse line of questioning.
"Then why do you own that apartment, if you have a house this wonderful to come home to?" she snapped back, not liking his impatient tone one bit. And she was supposed to live with him for 6 months. Huh!
"I need a place to take my one night stands, bimbo's, mistresses, and other bits on the side."
"Un-huh." Ivory decided to keep all further questions to herself. Who wanted to hear those kinds of answers? Honestly.
"I'll introduce you to the staff before I go to work tomorrow morning. I'll have Millie give you a tour of the house after breakfast. In the meantime, are you hungry?"
Ivory tried and failed to interpret his enigmatic look. "Not really."
"Good. Lets go to bed then."
Ivory followed him up the stairs not at all surprised that they were going to bed so early. It wasn't as if they would be sleeping and she did have an exorbitant salary to earn.
Risk spent only a moment getting her familiarized with the layout of his bedroom and the connecting bathroom. The breath caught in her throat at the sheer size of the shower. Plenty of room for monkey business in there, and if his past antics were any indication, he would be taking full advantage of it.
She went unresisting into his arms making swift work of the buttons on his shirt before moving down to his pants. Risk stood before her, a hard and dominating example of all that was right in the world, and Ivory helplessly gave in to the desire his physical perfection invoked.
Standing before him fully clothed, Ivory brushed her lips across his chest, her left hand tangling with his as she brought it up to her mouth. She sucked first one finger into her mouth, playing with it as she sucked it just a little deeper before sliding her mouth almost off the glistening digit, repeating the steps again and again adding the gentle glide of her tongue and the erotic vibrations of her moans.
Ivory maintained eye contact with Risk the entire time she paid decisive attention to his left hand and felt his body stiffen against hers. The tiny shivers that chased between her thighs were just a small part of what she had to endure for the greater good of this charade.
She led him over to the bed and pushed him down onto it, pulling her dress up, easing her panties off, and climbing onto the bed. He stared up into her dewy folds and licked his lips, his intentions clear, but she slid down his hard length before he could do more than form the thought.
Risk's hands tightened on her waist, but Ivory gently guided them away, making it clear that she wanted to control the action. "Allow me the pleasure."
Deciding to allow her this one show, Risk allowed his hands to engage other delights on her body as she began to glide smoothly up and down. Her motions were very controlled, slow, maddening.
He pushed her breasts together and brushed his thumbs over the distended tips with obvious enjoyment, lifting his hips the slightest bit to encourage her to lean forward so he could taste the delightful teasing tips through her dress.
Ivory fought to stifle a cat who got the cream smile as she slowly dragged her body of his length and settled it equally slowly back down. She could tell from the low growl in the back of his throat that she was killing him. She kept it going waiting for the moment when he would grow impatient, only then would she show him her worth.
His response wasn't long in coming as his hands found their way back onto her hips. She smoothed her hands over his sliding them down his thighs, but he was not so easily dissuaded this time and his hands tightened around her slender waist.
"Let me earn my pay," she invited, still trying to entice him into giving up his foolish quest for control. She quickened her pace to show him she was worthy of any trust he placed in her in regards to his pleasure. He allowed her to slide his hands from her waist down onto the mattress.
Though it pained her to do so, Ivory eased herself off his turgid length before he could stop her, easing her way down his body to take his glistening length into her mouth. The taste of her own wicked desire mingled with his was her undoing and she took the tasting to a whole new level practically swallowing him whole in her bid to get more and more of him inside of her.
His orgasm when it came was no surprise and neither was the hot rush of cum that nearly choked her, but she swallowed as fast as she could and kept his semi-erect flesh in the warm cavern of her mouth until she had drained it completely.
Ivory pulled away as soon as she felt the last traces of pleasure chase through his body. She was feeling more confused than she had earlier. How she could feel so content and good about giving him pleasure with her mouth she had no idea. She almost felt as though her emotions were getting involved and that scared her.
The fingers that tightened around her wrist and pulled her back were an unwelcome reminder of why she was feeling so out of sorts.
"That was fantastic." The unexpected praise fell on her like warm kisses and went a long way towards easing the tension she felt.
