The Price of Pleasure

An Erotic Novel

From the back cover

Erika Holland is the perfect, classy corporate wife - until her husband runs off leaving Erika penniless and alone. A proposition from a friend changes Erika's life. He offers her a thousand dollars to accompany him and a few clients to a business dinner. Charged by the power of that evening Erika realizes that perhaps her future lies not in the company of a successful husband - but rather in the bedrooms of rich and powerful men.

One evening and thousands of dollars later, Erika has found her calling. She builds a successful business catering to the white-hot passions of the privileged. Her nights are filled with trysts that others can only dream of ... no secret desire refused... no inhibition untested.

From THE PRICE OF PLEASURE:

Erika Holland flipped off her blow drier and ran a final comb through her carefully styled shoulder-length mink-brown hair. She had considered wearing it up for the evening, but she knew that Clay Williamson liked it loose, falling softly around her face. He had often said that he loved to imagine himself running his long fingers through it. And, after all, he was paying for the evening.

She closed her eyes, the color of aged brandy, and smiled as she remembered her most recent evening with Clay, two months earlier. He had come to New York from his company’s office in silicon valley for a high level strategy meeting and afterward had needed to blow off steam. “Erika, love,” he had said on the phone having awakened her from a sound sleep, “I need you. I know it’s late but I have to talk to someone sane. I’m at the Plaza. Can you come over?”

Erika, who had gone to bed an hour earlier after a rare evening to herself, rubbed her face and made an effort not to sound sleepy. “Of course.” Erika had Clay’s credit card number on file so she made a mental note to take care of business the following morning. Clay might be a friend, but both of them knew that he was also a customer.

She always awakened easily so it took only a moment until she was fully conscious. It was almost midnight so, rather than risking being unable to get a taxi, she called her limo service and asked that a town car be waiting in front of her building in fifteen minutes. Never careless about her appearance when meeting a client, especially one she liked as much as Clay, she dressed in a long flowing floral silk skirt and a soft cotton blouse the color of ripe reaches, which she knew flattered her creamy skin and pale brown eyes. It was mid-fall so, after she freshened her makeup, she threw a long black silk raincoat over everything and, by the time the uniformed doorman opened the heavy glass door of Erika’s trendy apartment building on Riverside Drive, a sleek black automobile was waiting.

Half an hour later she knocked on the door to Clay’s hotel room and he answered with a wide smile. Almost dragging her inside the large two-room suite, he grabbed her in a bear hug and buried his face in her neck. “Oh love, you have no idea how delicious you look and feel and smell.” He kissed her deeply, threading his fingers through her hair. “And you taste wonderful.” With a hand in the small of her back, he pressed her body against his. “Better. You make me feel better just by being here.”

With a deep sigh of contentment, Clay took Erika’s coat and tossed it over a chair. “The hotel had a great red wine on their list, a 1994 Shiraz. I got some black caviar and those crackers you like, too.” Arm in arm they crossed the room to the linen-covered rolling table room service had brought. Erika watched as Clay deftly half-filled a stemmed glass for each of them. Clay was six inches taller than her own five foot six inches, with deeply waved chocolate brown hair with drifts of silver at each temple. He wasn’t handsome in the classical sense. He had a long nose and a heavy five-o’clock-shadow but his soft grey eyes and full mouth were extremely sensual. She watched his long fingers as he covered a cracker with the black fish eggs, then added a bit of chopped hard boiled egg and several small capers. As she held her hand up, he said, “I know, no onion.”

He extended the cracker towards her and she gently held his wrist as she bit off half of it, pursing her lips around his fingers. Then he popped the remaining cracker into his own mouth. As Erika licked her lips and watched his tongue slowly circle his moist mouth she felt herself dampen. God, he was a sexy man. She would probably entertain him for free, but, after all, a woman had to make a living. “You always know how to please me,” she said, “and I want to please you too but I know you need to talk first.”

“I do need to vent, and I need for you to listen and tell me whether I’m totally out in left field.”

For the next half hour, as they shared several glasses of rich ruby wine and nibbled crackers piled with caviar, Clay railed about his frustration with the company’s plans while Erika asked probing, often insightful questions.

“You’re right, you know,” he said finally. “Putting my nasty thoughts in writing isn’t the answer and I can’t rat them all out to the stockholders.” He rested his elbows on the arms of his Louis Quatorze style chair. “It’s the wrong way to go. Maybe your idea of a face to face with the CEO is a good one. He just might listen.”

She sat propped against the head of the kind sized bed, her long legs stretched out on the satin quilt. “If you handle it right you have little to lose and if things go well he might just thank you in the end.”

“Thanks for coming over, Erika,” Clay said with a sigh. “As always, you’ve helped me a great deal. Not only do you keep me sane, but you challenge me and force me to think everything through. I know you don’t know much about silicon chips, but you do understand people.”

Her smile slowly changed from understanding to erotic. “I understand you well enough,” she said, toeing off her black pumps and wiggling her stockingless toes. Slowly, she stroked one instep with the ball of the other foot and watched as his eyes were drawn to the rhythmic motions.

“You’re an oversexed bitch, you know,” Clay said, his tone changing from business to pleasure. “You certainly do know how to change the subject, just with that delicious body of yours.”

“I know,” she said, still stroking one foot with the other. “And I’m doing it deliberately. It’s time to put an end to work and begin other things.” The tone of her voice left no doubt as to what those ‘things’ were.

“I don’t know whether I prefer your mind or your body.” With a wolfish leer, he continued, “Let’s find out. Come here, woman.”

Erika slid off the bed, allowing her skirt to slide up her legs, giving Clay a good view of her naked calves. She pressed the button on the top of the bedside radio and tuned it to station that played easy-listening music. With a soft smile, Clay stood and she melted into his arms. He held her, moving his feet only slightly in time with the music. She slid her hands to the back of his neck and raised her face, pressing her breasts against his chest, nuzzling his mouth and flicking her tongue over his lips.

“You always know just the right things to do,” he said, cupping her face and deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes, she said, “Let’s do this a better way.” She unbuttoned her blouse, let it drop to the floor, then unfastened his shirt and pulled it off. She quickly removed her lacy bra and again wrapped her arms around him, pressing skin against skin. Sinuously Erika rubbed her body against Clay’s feeling her breasts swell and her nipples contract as they scratched against his chest hair. His voice hoarse, Clay said, “You make me crazy, lady.”

“I hope so. I just try to make you as crazy as you make me.” She swayed, rubbing against him like a cat, feeling her blood ignite. Sometimes sex was just a job, but with Clay it was pure pleasure.

“I love making you crazy.” He cupped her buttocks and lifted slightly, rubbing his hardness against her. “That’s how nuts you make me. God, I always swear that I will take my time, but my body can’t seem to cooperate.” He buried his face in the curve of her neck and bit the tight tendon. “I just want to devour you.”

Laughing with the sensual joy of it, she said, “Go for it. I love it when you devour me.” She scratched her long deep red nails down his back, hard enough to make his skin tingle yet not hard enough to draw blood. She wasn’t averse to rougher play, but she knew exactly how Clay liked it.

He cupped her breast with one hand and lowered his head until he could reach her nipple with his mouth. He used his other hand to massage the small of her back, rubbing his cloth-covered cock against her mound. As he filled his mouth with her flesh, she felt her heart pound and it became difficult to draw a deep breath. He nipped and bit her breast-flesh, then licked across her collar bone. “So good,” she purred, arching her back and allowing her head to drop back so he could kiss and lick her throat, while his fingers pinched her nipples. “God, you’re fabulous.”

Finally, when they were both trembling with need, Clay moved them to the bed and lowered her onto the quilted spread. With rapid movements he pulled off her skirt and she watched him gaze hungrily at the triangle formed by her tiny lace panties before dragging them down her legs. While her eyes roamed his flushed skin, he removed his slacks then hooked his thumbs in his shorts and tugged them down, allowing his erection to spring free. Finally, as he stood before her, Erika gazed hungrily at his rampant cock, thrusting from its nest of curly hair. Knowing exactly what he liked, she spread her hand on her belly, then slid her red-tipped fingers downward into her carefully trimmed bush.

“Show me, baby,” Clay groaned, stretching out beside her. “Yes, show me where you want me.” He placed his hand on the back of hers.

“Here, darling,” she purred, enjoying the feel of her fingers playing with her soaked, swollen flesh. She parted her inner lips and slid two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. “I want your hard cock. Right here.” She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his shaft and squeezed while rubbing her thumb over the already oozing tip. “And I know you want it too.”

“Not yet.” He went to his suitcase and pulled a small parcel wrapped in golden paper. “I brought you a present.”

“I don’t need presents from you,” Erika said.

“I know, but I saw it in a magazine and thought of you. I had it made just before I left.”

Erika unwrapped the parcel and withdrew a handful of slender gold chains which Clay took from her. “Let me show you how to wear them.” He untangled them and said, “Stand up.”

She stood and Clay wrapped one chain around her waist and clipped it closed with a tiny clasp. Another chain hung behind her and Clay drew it between her legs and pulled it tightly against her wet pussy-lips, clipping it to the waist-chain in the center of the front. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Ummm,” Erika said. “It catches me in just the right place.” She wiggled her hips. “Oh yes, it feels really hot.”

“It looks fantastic against your skin. I wonder how it will feel when I make love to you.”

“Let’s find out.” She stretched out on the bed, spreading her legs so he could see the golden chain winking from between her nether lips. She slipped her fingers through the hair on her mound, sliding then along the chain. She crooked one finger beneath it and pulled, enjoying the tug against her heated flesh.

“God, I can’t wait to have you,” Clay said.

“Ah, but you must,” Erika said, grinning as she reaching for her purse. She opened the foil package she found and placed the still-rolled condom against the end of his staff. “Patience, love. You have to learn patience.” She leaned close to him and slowly, agonizingly slowly, unrolled the condom over him.

He grabbed her wrist, urging her to hurry. “Baby, you’re driving me crazy,” he moaned.

Erika giggled. “And the problem with that is?”

Clay’s sudden laugh was rich and warm. “No problem. Just a news flash.”

The condom was halfway down his shaft. “Good. Then I won’t rush.”

“The hell you won’t.” He pulled her hand away, pushed the condom all the way on, then shoved her onto her back. In one motion he drove himself into her until he was deeply imbedded. “I can feel the chain against my cock.” Erika felt that the chain was smooth enough not to puncture the condom so she moved her hips to rub it against the length of him. Instead of thrusting into her, Clay became totally still.

Erika reveled in the feel of him fully lodged within her and clenched her inner muscles over his erection, driving herself higher. When he didn’t move she wiggled her hips to more fully feel him. “Come on, Clay,” she whined as he stoically remained still. “You’re torturing me.” She pulled on the waist chain but still he didn’t move.

“Patience, love,” he said, mimicking her earlier words. “You have to learn patience.” He pulled back slightly then slowly slid his cock more deeply into her tight channel.

“Not a chance when I know just how good you feel.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her hips against him, knowing how ready he was.

“Shit, baby.” Unable to hold still any longer, Clay pulled back, then drove into her over and over until, with a roar, he came. Without withdrawing, he slipped his fingers between them, found her swollen clit and rubbed it with the chain. “Oh yes,” she screamed as he caressed her, “do that. Just like that. Just.... like.... THAT.” With a crash, the waves consumed her, slashing through her like liquid lightning, her spasms milking his cock. She never had to fake it with Clay. Unlike many of her customers, he always made sure she was satisfied.

“Oh God, I love being inside you when you come,” he moaned. “If I hold very still I can feel every movement of your body.”

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