Kristin passed by a well of fresh water, the liquid rising and swallowing her. Her arms didn't swim—they surrendered, falling into the water. It was the sensation of being overcome by the secret desire for pleasure. As she slowly touched the folds of her anus, an electric shock surged through her body. The feeling was so intense that it bordered on a heart attack. Yet, she missed the tongue on her most intimate spot. She longed for the sensation of something being inserted, something that made her sigh. She tried to suppress that desire, but the more she fought to forget, the more she remembered herself in the car, being taken by that tongue that made her spill into a world of darkness.
Kristin: I'm leaving the country today.
Written at 6 a.m., she was sleepy and a bit lost after dozing off, clutching her phone. She woke an hour and a half later, but there was no reply. She took a shower to pass the time, unable to focus on the script in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that her flight was at nine.
Billy: I see. Good luck.
She bit her lip, wanting to slam her head against the wall. She muffled her scream into the pillow, her emotions raw and exposed. She craved something she thought she had forgotten—the arms of a man holding her. She hated that anyone might know, but he already did. This was her chance. So many things she had never done. She had never tried what people called casual sex, never been rebellious, never imagined she'd take a man's penis into her mouth. Yet she had, and the memory made her blush with shame.
-I'm such an idiot.-
Kristin: That's it...
He took five minutes to respond, minutes that stretched like an eternity. Her agent's call went ignored, overtaken by the anticipation of his reply. Her hands trembled as she touched her phone, icy cold against her fingers, the nervousness in her chest making her heart race like never before.
Billy: Babe, if you need anything, call me. The rest doesn't matter.
She decided within thirty seconds to call or not to call. She called!
-Hello.-
-Hey, Kristin, babe, I was just thinking about you.-
-What do you mean?-
-Nothing more. Do you want to tell me something?-
-Come to the hotel. We can talk for a bit before I leave.-
-Sure, no problem.-
Billy agreed, forgetting he had a lunch date with Merche at five. She waited for him at her place, dressed up, but shrank as she called him five times and received no answer. Stood up—for the first time in her life. The tears came at seven, anger at eight, only to dissolve into sobs again by nine.
-The room is 798. I'm at the hotel near Madame Tussauds. Your driver knows the route.-
-I'll be there in an hour, babe.-
It was just a call, but she was already in pieces. Yesterday, she hadn't been able to, but now she shaved her legs, rid herself of every imperfection, applied makeup, and styled her hair in cascading curls that fell down her back. She tried on every outfit, finally throwing the mess into her suitcase. The hotel was booked until tomorrow. No one would bother them. She hung "Do Not Disturb" signs on the door and mentioned to reception that someone would be picking her up later.
Foolish as she was, she didn't realize Billy was like a firefly in a dark room. Discovery was almost guaranteed. But in her blinded passion, she forgot she was dealing with someone famous. Wouldn't someone sell the information? That thought never crossed her mind, and Billy couldn't care less. He arrived wearing sunglasses, switching cars every three months to avoid detection, sometimes even the license plates.
-Go rest. I think I'll be in a while. I'll call you.-
Kristin looked angelic, wearing tight jeans and a white shirt that revealed her abdomen. She radiated beauty. Billy, on the other hand, wore a black shirt, white pants, and white shoes.
When he arrived, he didn't even wait to greet her. He lifted her off the floor and kissed her with fervor, with raw desire pouring into their embrace. Their tongues intertwined, a game that seemed destined—a woman summoning a man, a supplicant man responding, doing what must be done.
Entangled in each other, they released the pent-up longing that had built over time, a desire unquenched by mere words. They played until evening, long enough that the driver who arrived to take her to the airport left unanswered. Lost in their games, time became irrelevant.
While she missed the flight, Billy played in the most lascivious ways, testing her ass, while she bit the pillow, but screamed with pleasure, the music ironized the screams, moans, and curses that both of them resorted to.
It was an escape. Hours passed quickly, and dawn found them in each other's arms. Despite the relentless night, Billy, accustomed to exercise, woke up after their sixth round, still full of energy.
-I'll be right there.- Billy said, his voice tinged with irritation.
-Sir, your stay has ended. Would you like to extend it? The hotel manager asked.
-Yes, two more nights.- He handed over his card. -Don't bother me again.-
He closed the door in her fac, to take Kristin in his arms, who was sleeping, with a light trail of drool. He sucked that drool and kissed her chin, the time she refused. But she was awake after a kiss, provocative on her neck, they continued until the afternoon of the next day he tried everything, and she did things she was never willing to do, both found a middle ground between submission and domination ... insipid amounts without protection Billy shot his seed on her, as many times as possible the indecent image of her covered by his white liquid on her face while messy with red cheeks and her red eyes lost accepted, to see her try and not caring about breaking the scene when after a long hangover he lost his trip.
She woke from the dark refuge of his arms.
-I missed my flight.- Kristin shouted, checking her phone. She had 19 missed calls from her mother, 10 from her father, and 4 from her agent.
-Do you want me to call my agent? He has airline contacts. You could have a first-class flight in three hours.- Billy said from the bed.
-Can you?-
-No problem. It'll just take a second.- Billy replied, his usual rebellious tone evident as he dialed Michael Ocklars.
She approached him, only to be pulled into his arms, resting her head against his chest as she listened to his conversation.
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