Epilogue

When Richie woke up he was in his suite. One of the last things he remembered was being fucked a third time, and though it was almost painful, it had been a good long while since he had such a forceful orgasm. He remembered pulsing endlessly inside the woman – damn, why wouldn’t she tell him her name? – and when all the blood rushed from his head, he grew dizzy and giddy.

He thought he remembered her slow, even breathing beside him, and must have drifted off himself, for he had no recollection of getting back to his suite. He noticed he was wrapped in a hotel robe, so at least her thugs didn’t bring him back here nude. Yawning widely, he stretched and smiled. What a hell of a night. He hoped to meet up with her again today, and perhaps take her up on her offer.

Doing with her whatever he wanted.

He had a list of ideas that started with watching her pleasure herself until she was trembling. Then he’d take her roughly, fucking her until she passed out. He had much better control of his cock when he was on top. He was so frustrated that he didn’t get to touch her last night, that he might have to spend an hour just lightly twisting her nipples. Another hour flicking her clit. He’d wind her hair around his wrist and bare her neck to him, marking her the way she did him.

What the hell was he thinking? She didn’t tell him her name, didn’t even let him really see her, so all he had to go by was what he saw by the pool. “Fuck it,” he said, sitting up. She wasn’t the only one who could get people to do what he wanted. He hissed as the terrycloth robe slid across his sensitive cock. The thoughts he was having about this woman woke up the one part of his body he was sure would sleep for a week. Chuckling to himself, he carefully got out of bed. He knew his body, and what he needed was a cold shower.

After showering and dressing in loose clothing, he went down to the lobby. Once the clerk at the front desk had finished with the patrons he was checking in, Richie approached. “Excuse me, but I’m trying to find out the name of one of the guests I met by the pool yesterday.”

The clerk looked down his aquiline nose at Richie. “Sir, we pride ourselves on our discretion,” he said. “Of course we will be unable to furnish you with that information.”

Richie was undeterred. “Could I leave a message for her with you?”

“For whom?” the clerk countered, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll tell you what she looks like, and…”

“Sir,” the clerk said, his patience wearing thin, “we are not a messenger service. Good day, sir.” He turned away and began sorting through papers on the desk.

Discouraged, Richie slapped the desk and turned away, heading back up to his room. The concierge approached him tentatively, smiling shyly. “Excuse me, Mr. Sambora?” she asked, looking up at him with huge, scared, sky-blue eyes. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with Karl.” She smiled tentatively. “Perhaps I could help you?”

Richie smiled, dimples flashing. “What about discretion and all that?”

The concierge, Wendy, smiled widely this time. “That’s a crock, if you don’t mind my saying so. He only helps out the women,” she said. “I would be happy to try to help you.”



Kathryn sighed as she packed the last of her clothing into her suitcase. One of the benefits of taking holiday at a nudist retreat was that there was very little to pack. She called down for her driver, and was soon off for the airport, and the Air France flight that would take her home. She never took her own jet when flying with her staff. She preferred to travel with them.

As she buckled into her first-class seat and looked out the window at sunny, beautiful Mexico she sighed. She never thought the interlude with Richard would be so stuck in her mind. Her other lovers were ports in the storm. She really enjoyed herself with Richard. She almost wished she had slipped him her card before he was taken back to his room, but it was better this way. So she told herself.

She sighed in annoyance when she heard someone messing with the bags in the compartment over her head. She turned her head and saw a man’s midsection – a deep red t-shirt tucked into a slim-fitting pair of black jeans. She gazed with appreciation at his form and smiled at the memory of Richie’s beautiful body under hers last night.

Kathryn had just turned to look out the window again, when the man dropped heavily into the seat next to her, and leaned in until his lips were practically in her ear.

“Good afternoon, Kathryn,” he said softly.

Kathryn turned, shocked. She lowered her sunglasses and gazed into his face. His eyes were indeed the same chocolate brown as his hair. “Richard?”

Richie ran a hand over Kathryn’s hair, down her neck, and across to her breast squeezing firmly.

“We meet again,” he said, and lowered his mouth to hers.

** THE END **

Four

When the woman straddled Richie’s chest, the feel of her naked pussy on his skin made him growl. He could feel her wetness on him, and never wanted his hands free as much as he did now. If she would cut his ties, he would reach up to mold his hands to her breasts, worrying the tips, pulling on them gently, stretching them, urging her to slide back and impale herself on his throbbing cock… but all thoughts were driven from his brain when the woman raised the bottom of the hood. She had his full attention as she rose up on her knees and edged forward until he could smell her arousal. She was so close he could practically taste her.

“I assume you know what to do with this,” she said, gently swiping her swollen folds across his chin. Too late, he tilted his head and reached his tongue out for her, encountering nothing but air. “Yes,” she murmured appreciatively, “I see that you do.”

Kathryn levered up again, straddling Richie’s shoulders and bracing herself against the headboard. She lowered herself by degrees to his hot mouth. She could feel his breath tickling her sensitive lips a split second before he drove his tongue up and into her. Kathryn let out a gasp when he curled his tongue, instinctively searching for the most sensitive spot. He scraped his teeth on her clit, and she shattered – the build up of two weeks’ celibacy finally catching up with her.

Richie ate greedily, licking and sucking until she pulled away. He licked his lips and smiled; maybe she would return the favor, and give him some relief. The smile fell away when she covered his face back up with the hood and climbed off the bed. He was incredulous when he heard the unmistakable high-pitched metallic tick of a lighter clicking open – from across the room. The rasp of a flint wheel, the acrid smell of expensive tobacco and the hollow clack when the lighter flipped closed were followed by a long appreciative sigh.

“You have a very clever mouth, my dear Richard.” Kathryn shivered deliciously as she sat and smoked. His erection hadn’t flagged at all. “I wonder if your fingers would be just as clever, given what you do.” She finished her cigarette and stubbed it out, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. “It is a shame you’re your arms are bound behind you.” She stood and stretched and padded over to the bed. Now that the edge was off her cravings, both for sex and nicotine, she could relax and enjoy herself.

She climbed up onto the bed, and knelt next to his hip. She caressed the bruise she left there. “For now, however, you are at my mercy.”

Kathryn straddled his waist, being careful not to rub against his cock, and covered his chest with soft kisses and licks, leaving no inch of skin untouched. She took her time, laving each freckle and tugging on each little patch of hair.

Kathryn kissed her way up his neck, enjoying the way his pulse flickered under her lips. She raised the hem of the hood again slid her lips against his. When he parted his lips, she took her time, fucking his mouth slowly with her tongue. She finally broke the kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Cherie, your lips are so plump and my flavor on them is delicious,” she murmured against him, before taking his mouth again.

Riche’s cock was rock-hard and he didn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t relieve the pressure. No, that wasn’t exactly true; he knew just what would happen – he’d go off like a damned teenager. Her mouth was strong and sensual, and when she took his lip between her teeth, he thought he would pass out from the pleasure. He just wished he could see her. Or use his hands.

Kathryn slid down over his cock, the head sliding along her wet slit, until she was straddling his thighs. She lowered her face to his hardness, but instead of taking his cock into her mouth, she lightly licked the underside from balls to tip; licking him with long strokes like he was an ice cream cone.

Richie moaned in need, but she wasn’t ready to give him his release yet. It would be soon, though, for her own need was starting to build again, and she would need to cum again soon. Kathryn scooted back further, so she was between his shins, and made love to Richie’s thighs, giving great sucking kisses up and down their lengths. His cock throbbed insistently against her cheek when she came to the top of his legs, and she took pity on him, finally lowering her mouth over him.

When her lips brushed his skin, it drove him mad. Unable to see, every sensor on his hyper-aware skin was firing. Her breath, whisper soft, set him on fire.

She slid her lips up just as gently, and a muffled sob escaped Richie’s lips. Kathryn stopped what she was doing and roughly licked his tip in slow, wide strokes before circling it with her wet tongue. He bucked his hips and she pulled away from him slightly. When he whimpered, Kathryn knew he had had enough teasing. She slowly drew his cock into her mouth; moaning with every inch she swallowed. His skin felt like silk against her tongue, and she couldn’t wait to feel the rough, bumpy steel hidden just underneath push into her. She held him in her mouth for a moment and drew upwards, sucking hard. Her descent this time was slower, and she didn’t stop until her nose was buried in the thick thatch of black hair at the apex of his thighs. She inhaled the musky scent of him and moaned in pleasure.

When she moaned around him, her tonsils vibrating against his length, Richie lost control, bucking his hips wildly, fucking her mouth. She let him, gripping his hips to help set the pace. They eventually found a rhythm together, and within minutes, he came in her throat. She sucked greedily, like he did for her earlier, and stopped when he started to shake. Smiling, she lay her head on his chest and waited for him to recover.

When his breathing regulated somewhat, Kathryn began stroking his chest in small circles. Her light touch had Richie squirming and jerking from side to side. Undaunted, she played her fingertips over his nipples, flicking the nail-heads with her manicured nails. Richie hissed and his head fell to one side, exposing his neck and a small slice of his chin.

Kathryn hitched herself up and held his head, grasping the hood firmly. She licked his neck, nibbling on the sweet spot behind his ear, and running her tongue along his ear. She smiled at the hole in his lobe, and fleetingly wondered what he wore there.

Pushing the hood up a little, up over his cheekbone, she continued kissing his face; across his stubbled cheek, down to his chin until he turned his head and met his mouth with hers.

“I want to touch you,” he said, when she broke the kiss.

“Ah, Richard, but tonight is not about what you want,” she answered, licking the corner of his mouth. “Tonight is about me. Perhaps we shall meet again, and you may do with me what you like, oui? But not tonight.”

Kathryn’s hand slid down the long, hard length of his chest to his cock, which was starting to stir again. She climbed back onto his thighs, still pumping him. When he was hard again, she quickly raised up and impaled herself on him, reveling in the feel of his flesh against hers.

When Richie gasped, Kathryn chuckled and raised her hips again, so he slid out. “Alas, that was all the skin-on-skin you will get tonight, cherie.” She reached under the mattress and pulled out a condom. After rolling it on slowly, Kathryn guided him home. She leaned back very slightly, and began to rock.

Richie, due to the way his legs were bound, couldn’t do much more than enjoy the sensation of this woman riding him. When he felt the tightening in his balls start, he surprised the woman riding him by levering off the bed slightly, and scooting down. He was pleased at the gasp of shock that escaped her lips. Richie was now able to bend his knees somewhat and meet her thrust for thrust, which made only increased his desire. Their bodies slapped noisily together, faster and faster as their passion climbed.

Kathryn leaned forward, trying for more pressure on her clit. She growled in frustration and jumped off Richie.

“What happened?” he said frantically wanting her riding him again.

Kathryn angrily snapped her knife open, and sliced the bonds at Richie’s feet. She grabbed his calves and demanded, “Bend your knees, Richard,” and pushed his feet up roughly, until his knees were bent up nearly to his chest. She stood with one foot on either side of his hips and braced herself on his taut calves. She lowered herself slowly, sitting on his cock, sliding down its length until her clit was rubbing in Richie’s thick pubic hair. Her knees pressed against Richie’s thighs, and she purred when he tensed against the pressure. Her arms were flexed as she used them to lever herself up and down along Richie’s engorged cock. She groaned in pleasure as each downward stroke ground her clit into the coarse hair.

Her motions increased until her feet started to tingle. She knew it would only be a matter of minutes until the hot fire of her orgasm was rushing through her. She raised herself almost to the point of disengaging, then slammed down hard, screaming as her clit slammed into Richie’s hair. She did it again, and felt Richie’s legs tighten. Three more slams, and they crested together, crying out at the same time.

Kathryn rode him a little longer, as his erection hadn’t waned yet, and a second sizzle passed through her. She shuddered and sighed, and long minutes later, gently extricating herself from him. Richie straightened out his legs and sighed himself. Kathryn rested her head on Richie’s shoulder. “You were wonderful,” she said.

He chuckled. “I didn’t do anything but lie there.”

“Which is exactly what I wanted.” She kissed his neck. “Merci, Richard.”

Three

“Hello, Richard,” Kathryn finally said in a low voice. His head jerked in the direction of the sound, and his struggling lessened.

He knew that voice.

“Yes, I think you recognize my voice, mais oui? Are you surprised that I know who you are? I know all about you. Please, you will hurt yourself if you should fall. Be still.” In the hours between their meeting at the pool, and the delivery of Richie to her suite, her team had put together quite an extensive, erotic dossier on Mr. Sambora’s foibles, fetishes, and fantasies. It was amazing how much information there was out there to be had if one had the means and the motivation.

Kathryn had an abundance of both.

“I do not care about your celebrity or your money. I have more than enough of both. I care only about your body, and what it can do for me.” Her voice had gotten huskier as she approached Richie. He could smell the sea on her skin; a tangy, slightly salty aroma that smelled like heaven. “Do you know where you are?” she asked, curiously, her voice a caress in the air. She reached over to unwind the scarf from his neck and removed the panties.

Richie cleared his throat several times, and tried to salivate. “What do you want?” he croaked. He knew where he was: tied up on some strange woman’s bed. The more he said that in his head, the less bad it sounded. Shit, he thought.

Kathryn’s answering chuckle was throaty and sensual. “Why I thought I made that perfectly obvious, my dear Richard,” she answered. She slid her hand up his leg again, kneading and massaging his cock through his pants. This time, he didn’t fight the sensations invading his body. He gave himself over to it, to see if he could submit to her. It disgusted and pleased him to find that that he could. “You are what I want,” she said. Kathryn watched Richie’s hooded head start to thrash back and forth a bit before he remembered the rope around his neck and stilled. She quickly removed that binding and gently rubbed his neck. He moaned appreciatively.

“Ah, you are thinking, ‘why did she not just show interest at the pool?’ oui? We could have had a nice dinner, a pleasant interlude.” When he did nothing more than grunt, she sat on the edge of the bed and ran a light hand along the opening of his shirt. The soft white cotton was undone nearly to his navel. She flipped open the last two buttons and spread the shirt wide. “It is a pity to hide such perfection,” she purred to herself.

Richie rolled to his other side, to get away from her probing fingertips before he pressed into them. He was losing the battle against yearning for her touch. He was turned on by this woman having total control over him – more than he thought could be possible. And she was right, he wanted to know why she was going through this elaborate plot. He should be perturbed by her seemingly innate ability to read his thoughts, but he couldn’t muster up even an ounce of bother.

“To answer your unvoiced question, that is not what I wanted. I wanted to know the feel of your body without all the trappings that go with it. And I am accustomed to getting what I want.”

Kathryn padded to the other side of the bed so she could see the pulse point at Richie’s throat. It was throbbing so quickly, she thought it might jump out of his neck. She touched his chest again, feeling his heart race beneath her palm, and this time he made no attempt to roll away. He also hadn’t demanded to be let free, which told her that she owed a substantial bonus to her fact finders for getting this particular fantasy right. “I can tell you are arguing with yourself. You want to give in to me, but are fighting against it. A most interesting dilemma you face, no? If you fight, you do not get to live out your fantasy. If you give in?” She let the sentence trail away as she stroked his chest.

Richie didn’t want to be aroused by all of this. He really didn’t. At least that’s what he told himself. He knew he should be outraged, humiliated, or at the very least scared to death. But, he wasn’t. He knew he was in no real danger. If she wanted him hurt, this woman’s thugs would have hurt him. Clearly the men were paid to simply bring him to her. He recalled her feigned disinterest at the pool, and chuckled inwardly. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined this would happen.

Her gentle yet insistent touch on his chest, her fingers’ play over his nipples, had his cock springing to attention inside his light cotton trousers. From his current trussed up position, he couldn’t do anything to hide his reaction to her touch.

“Ah,” Kathryn said approvingly. “I see that you are losing the battle to give in, but you are fighting most valiantly, dear Richard. Would it help you to know that if you give in, the rewards will be great? I can promise you, the rewards will be utterly unforgettable.” She slid her hand up his chest and grabbed his chin under the mask, turning his head toward her. Slowly, she traced his lips with her finger.

“Unforgettable,” she promised. “But,” she shrugged though he could not see her, “if you are not interested, if you truly do not want this, simply say the word, and you will be back in your suite.”

He said nothing; not wanting this to end. Not yet.

She left him then and slid open the nightstand drawer. Richie heard a ‘snick’ and wondered what the hell she was up to now. “I will not cut you if you hold very still,” Kathryn said. “You look extremely uncomfortable; I seek only to relieve some of that distress.”

Thinking she retrieved a knife to cut his bonds, he relaxed. When she grabbed his belt and neatly sliced through it before tearing it from its loops, he jumped. A half a second later, he felt a breeze as his pants were sliced from hip to cuff on one side. The womanleaned over, and licked a trail from his ankle to his hipbone, then marked him, sucking his flesh until a purple bruise formed. Richie’s head was spinning, and his breathing became labored. Losing his sense of sight only served to heighten his sense of touch. God help him.

“Other side, s'il vous plaît!” she said melodiously, but Richie didn’t budge. Kathryn laughed at his obstinacy. He was determined to fight? Fine. She was determined to win.

The woman ran the flat edge of the blade along his leg, the cold steel making Richie shiver. He sucked in a breath but didn’t say a word, and didn’t move. He felt the knife move away, and for a moment thought that he had grossly miscalculated, that she was tiring of his show of reluctance.

When Kathryn bodily shoved him over onto his other side, Richie let out a surprised shout. “Oui,” she said, smugly, “I am more than just a pretty package. I know how to use what I have.” With Richie lying on his other side, Kathryn slit that side of his trousers too, and left a mark on that hip. She pulled the slashed material away and discarded it, allowing his erection to bob freely. “Most impressive,” she said, tracing its ridges with her finger. “I thought it might be, having seen it at rest, but awake it is truly something.”

Richie’s mouth was dry. It took all his concentration not to lean into her touch. He longed for nothing more than for her to grab onto him and pump him until he came. Instead, he tried to shrink back, to keep up the façade that this wasn’t a wonderfully erotic experience, and his most base, dark fantasy come true. He lost track of whether he was winning or losing his internal battle. Judging by the state of his arousal, he thought it didn’t really matter. He was getting close to the point of no return; he had to make a decision: go all-in and give into the fantasy, or demand to be let go.

The decision was taken from him when she encircled him with her hands. She gripped his base with one hand and swirled the thumb of her other hand around his slit. When a moan escaped his lips, a self-satisfied smile crept across Kathryn’s features. She worked him until he was on the brink of release then backed away. Under the hood, Richie clamped his lips together, refusing to cry out in frustration.

Considering his bound form, she tapped her lips with a finger. “Ce n'est pas la bonne,” she said, frowning. “Not good at all.” She pulled on his bonds, making him jerk this way and that. The arch of his back was getting uncomfortable, but he would not say anything, lest the woman remove the bindings altogether and spoil the fantasy.

Kathryn traced the bunched muscles of his shoulders and back, feeling the tension and strain there. Not all of it was due to his restraints, but she did not want this to be an unpleasant experience for him. She retrieved her knife and cut away the rope that bound Richie’s wrists to his legs.

He let out a groan of appreciation as he straightened, and stretched his torso, causing his cock to thrust upwards. He felt her cut the cord at his legs as well, and it never occurred to Richie to try to stand.

Kathryn smiled at his stretching and removed his socks and shoes, then sliced the rope she held in two and used the pieces to tie Richie’s feet to the footboard’s posts. “Can’t have you trying to get away, now can we, my pet?”

Richie swallowed hard and shook his head.

“Very good,” Kathryn said.