Tethered (10 page)

We finally made it back to the paved lot, where the horse was brought around and stopped in the exact spot where we were let on
. Kurt pulled the blanket off of us and neatly folded it so the old man wouldn’t have to climb in and take care of it. It was cute, the way he cared about this old man, who sadly still had to work. I was hoping he was just a spry old man who wanted to stay busy, and not because he had no money and had to work long days and nights guiding a horse around.

“I hope you…you had a good time,” the man said as he coughed mid sentence.

“Oh we certainly did. I didn’t catch your name, though,” Kurt said as he pulled a few bills out of his wallet to give the man for a tip.

“The name’s Tom, Tom Morris,” the man said before Kurt handed him the tip.

“Nice to meet you, Tom. I hope to see you again real soon,” Kurt said with a smile.

“Thank you so much for the generous tip
, young man. I hope you all come back soon,” he said with a smile.

Tom
. I had forgotten all about him. This trip, an amazing one at tat, was almost acting like a force field in my mind, keeping me only focused on all of the amazing things we had done. I hadn’t even checked my phone since I got here, instead keeping it turned off for privacy, and Tom thought I was back home with my dying grandpa. I felt like shit, and that was an understatement. Sure, I was having a great time with Kurt, and I definitely could get used to it, but was it at the expense of Tom and his feelings?

“Well, are you ready to go?” Kurt asked as I stood there
, staring deep in thought, at the ground.

“Oh, what
? Yeah, I’m ready to go,” I said with a half-assed smile before we walked over to the car and got back inside.

Kurt started the engine, but even that mighty roar couldn’t keep my attention away from what I had gotten myself into
. I felt like a bitch, and knew I might have to come clean to one of them. Life was so much easier when I was getting paid to show my boobs on cam.

•••

Kurt and I soon arrived back at the hotel, where the complimentary valet quickly whisked away the car. We walked through the lobby, hand in hand, as we made the long trek back to our secluded room. As we walked in the front door, I knew I had to sneak away for a few minutes and turn on my phone. The possibility of Tom texting or calling me and trying to check up on how I was doing was gnawing at me deep down. I couldn’t just ignore him and make him think I was a total bitch. I at least owed it to him to reply and say I was doing okay.

“I’m going to check my phone
. I was expecting something from my parents, and I have to contact them to make sure they sent it. You know how it is with college junk,” I said with a chuckle, hoping he wouldn’t sense my quickly beating heart.

“I should check mine too
, and make sure business is still going well. Come out when you’re done,” Kurt said as he took out his phone and sat on the couch.

I took off my shoes and shuffled into the bedroom, where I shut the door a little and grabbed my phone from my purse, which was sitting inside my suitcase
. I held the power button and waited a grueling and long thirty seconds before it turned on. Within seconds, a few text messages from Morgan, my mom, and Tom came through. Morgan wanted to know if she could borrow one of my shirts, my mom asked if I knew where my grandma’s old china was, and then there was Tom.

"Hey, are you doing okay?"

"How’s your grandpa? Any word?"

"Sorry for texting you so much. I know you’re busy. Just making sure you’re doing okay."

I read each message about four times before finally getting the courage to type up a response. I typed a few letters, but deleted them each time, trying to think of an okay reply. Do I say I couldn’t talk but he’s doing okay? Do I say he died? Maybe I could just say he was on the rebound and things were looking up.

"Hey sorry my phone is dying again. No charging here. He’s okay, but they are still monitoring him to be sure. I’ll text you again when I can."

After I stared at my reply, and eventually getting the courage, I hit the send button. I watched the little loading bar as it finally sent. I quickly, in an act of nervousness and cowardice, pressed and held the power button as the phone quickly shut off, preventing me from getting into some back and forth messaging with him. I didn’t even want to know his response. I wanted to run far away and seclude myself from talking to him. I didn’t want to get rid of him, far from it, but I felt like a bitch. Here he was, clearly worrying about me, and I was off jet-setting with a famous actor to Napa Valley. It wasn’t like this was just some friendly little business trip or something. This was
totally
romantic. Everything, from the huge room, to the setting, and even the carriage ride screamed romance and intimacy. I was horrible…and I knew it.

I put my phone back in my purse, which I then zipped up inside my suitcase
. While it wasn’t fair of me to do this to Tom, it definitely wasn’t okay to dwell on this in front of Kurt. He spent great money and time putting this all together, and I needed to at least treat one of these guys well.

I walked back out into the living room as Kurt was looking at some tabloid magazine that was left on the table for us by the cleaning staff
.

“Did you get everything sorted out with your parents?” he asked as he looked up at me from his magazine.

“Yeah, they said they are going to send it out tomorrow morning. Hopefully it will be at my place Tuesday,” I said with a smile, as I was lying out of my teeth.

I sat down next to Kurt and fell back into his arms as he playfully pulled me in
. I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as I tried to let my mind escape from all of this. I felt guilty, and I needed to let the stress and guilt go, or else it would eat me alive.

Please God, if you’re listening, let me get through this.

Chapter Ten

“Good morning, beautiful,” Kurt said as he played with my hair and brushed it back from in front of my face.

“Good morning,” I said with a smile as I stretched.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Pretty well
. How about you?” I replied.

“I always sleep great when I’m next to you,” he said as his fingers danced through the individual strands of hair.

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

“I thought we could go to brunch soon
. The hotel has a great little restaurant, and we could still make it in time,” he said.

“That sounds lovely
. I’ll get ready first,” I said before getting up and scuffling into the bathroom to freshen up.

I emerged twenty minutes later, my hair wavy and my body all nice and fresh
. I wore a flowy and sheer pink top, a white skirt, and saw the look on his face as I came out. I decided last night, especially after the way Kurt treated me all night that I couldn’t dwell on Tom while still on this trip. Besides, it was my last day here with Kurt, and I didn’t want to ruin it and be some party pooper. It wasn’t fair to him, and quite frankly, not fair to me to put myself through this. Maybe I could tell Tom the truth when I got home, but for now, I was going to live a little.

“You girls always take so long to get ready
. We’re just going to brunch,” Kurt said as he got out of bed.

“I have to look pretty for you,” I said with a smile as I put my makeup bag away.

“You could have a rash on your face and busted teeth and you’d still look pretty,” he said as he walked past me.

“You say that now,” I said.

“I say that always,” he said with a smile before shutting the bathroom door.

I sat on the bed as Kurt showered and got ready
. There was a magazine on the nightstand, a fashion magazine, so I read that while he showered. The water quickly shut off after five minutes, and what happened in the minutes following took me by complete shock.

The handle turned, the bathroom door opened, and Kurt came out…naked
. He didn’t look at me, wasn’t showing off, and didn’t try anything. His sculpted abs, perfectly formed and looking like they were made by Zeus himself, cascaded down his stomach as his little friend hung down like some fat sausage. His butt, perfectly round and tanned like the rest of him, moved with each sway of his hips. I kept the magazine open, almost using it to try and hide my stares as I watched everything move in unison. He grabbed a pair of black boxer briefs from his suitcase and slipped them up his body. He grabbed the rest of his clothes and turned around, his cock and balls bulging from the tight briefs like a perfectly formed treat. Without even a single look over to me, he walked back into the bathroom and continued to get ready. Was this some kind of trap? Did he even realize I was still here and watching him, or was he just that comfortable in front of me that it wasn’t even an issue? Whatever it was, it made me lick my lips, and want to taste the forbidden fruit that I hadn’t had access to this entire time.

•••

“Are we too late for brunch?” Kurt asked the hostess in the resort restaurant, as she stood smiling in front of her podium.

“Nope! They will be serving food for another hour, so you made it in perfect time,” she said.

“That was a close one. Table for two,” Kurt said.

“Right this way,” she said as she grabbed two menus from the side of her podium and led us to our table.

The table was pretty far away from other people, but there weren’t many people in here anyway. It seemed as though we and the other customers were stragglers if anything, and everybody else had eaten and left to go start their days in Napa. I wasn’t usually such a straggler, but that bed they had in our suite was like sleeping on a bed of clouds. It was luxurious compared to mine, which was like sleeping on plywood planks with some thin cushions on top.

The hostess walked away and Kurt and I sat down, as a busboy quickly came and filled our glasses with ice water
. He looked at Kurt nervously, as if recognizing who he was, but too nervous or scared to ask for a picture or autograph. I wanted to say something, to be friendly and make this guy’s year, but he quickly walked away after the last drop of water fell into Kurt’s glass. Oh well, maybe he’d come back.

“So, what looks good?” Kurt asked.

“I’m a French toast kind of girl. They have an apple cinnamon one that looks pretty yummy,” I said before closing my menu, as I had made this rather easy decision.

“You know what
? I’m going to join you in that. I haven’t had French toast in a long time, and I think you just put a craving in my mouth,” Kurt said with a smile.

After what I saw when he got out of the shower this morning, I think he put a craving in my mouth also.

A waitress named Lucy came and took our orders as she brought Kurt some coffee, with me opting to stay with water. I was finally free from my coffee curse, and I didn’t care if I didn’t look like an adult with my lemon water.

Ten minutes after ordering, I saw Lucy coming back toward us with her hands full of food
. Crisp white square plates were stacked on her arms as she came over and started putting them down on the table. French toast, bacon, eggs, sausage, and a fresh fruit bowl. Kurt had grossly over ordered, and I knew we weren’t going to eat all of this food, but I guess he was used to getting more than he needed, considering price wasn’t really an issue.

“Can I get you two anything else?” she asked with a smile, which likely wasn’t from being friendly but because all of that weight and heat was finally off
her body.

“No, I think that does it,” Kurt said as he looked at everything and began to salivate.

“I’ll be back soon to check on you,” she said as she looked at both of us.

Lucy walked away, and now we were left with an entire table filled with warm and steaming food
. I cut my first piece of French toast and put it in my mouth, only to feel it melt away as soon as it touched my tongue. My grandmother made French toast like this, and tasting this made me feel as if I were transported back to her kitchen as a little girl getting flour all over the place. It was funny how tastes and smells could bring back such powerful memories. Something could be lost in your mind, and BAM, it came back in full force and made you relive everything you felt in that moment. It was amazing, but also a little scary.

•••

“So, what do you want to do now?” Kurt asked as he took his last bite of bacon.

We hadn’t eaten that much of th
e spread, only taking bits and pieces, leaving the rest to be thrown away, which I hated. I felt embarrassed walking out, as if we were two naughty kids who should be scolded.

“Well, I saw that this place has a pretty nice pool
. I never get to go swimming. Maybe we could go into our room and get changed together and go?” I asked in an almost seductive voice.

“Get dressed at the same time?” Kurt asked with a smile, as if he knew where this was going.

“Yeah, why not?” I asked innocently.

“You know I wanted to make this a nice retreat
. I’m trying to prove a point to you about me and what the media puts out,” Kurt said.

“Yeah, but maybe
I
want to put out…”

“Here’s your receipt
. The gratuity is automatically added, and the resort will post the bill to your account to pay upon checkout. You can see all of the charges reflected then. Thank you for dining with us, and we hope to see you again soon,” Lucy said, interrupting my train of thought.

“Come,” I said as I got up and extended my hand.

Kurt grabbed it, got up, and we walked out of the restaurant, saying good-bye to the hostess and starting the trek back to our suite. I looked at Kurt a few times during the walk, almost seeing the hesitation he had. I knew he wanted it…wanted me…but at the same time, he didn’t. He wanted to, as he said, prove a point, and I didn’t blame him for it. The only problem, though, was that he picked the worst possible time to prove anything. Now I was going to prove a point, which was that I could get him to drop his pants and treat me like his little toy.

•••

As Kurt and I walked into the bedroom, I immediately shut the door and locked it, keeping out any wandering maids.

“Really?” he asked with a smile, as if he couldn’t believe it.

I pulled up my top, my bare breasts falling out of the camisole that was underneath my shirt, and tossed it on the ground as I looked at him.

“Really,” I replied, as I saw his eyes immediately go to my hardening and perky nipples.

“Come on, you know this isn’t fair,” he said.

I pulled down my skirt, it falling around my ankles, as I walked out of it and got closer to him, my bright pink and lace thong wrapp
ed my hips perfectly.

“Life isn’t fair,” I said as I grabbed his waistband and pulled him closer to me.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, his pants falling immediately around his ankles as gravity took over. His bulge, which was still wrapped in those black briefs, started to get bigger as I knew he was getting sexually excited. I stuck my hand down his briefs, grabbing his cock, as I saw him look down and breathe heavier.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

“Fucking you,” I replied.

Kurt’s hands slowly came up and grabbed my breasts, his cold fingertips brushing against my nipples and giving me goose bumps
. His guard was going down, and I knew his wild side, the side he didn’t want to see today, was breaking free. I continued to rub his shaft up and down, his briefs still on, as I watched him stare at my round breasts. He was fascinated by them, and I watched him stare at them as if he were entranced. He was hypnotized, and I never wanted his gaze to end.

His eyes came to mine, as I slid down to my knees, my eyes still focused on his, before pulling down his briefs and feeling his warm and hard
shaft brush against my cheek. While still looking into his eyes, I wrapped my mouth around the side of his erection near the base and moved it side to side, making my way up to his head and then back down. He blinked slowly and let out a sigh, as if I had just hit the sweet spot. He broke the gaze, focusing instead on the pleasure, and I looked straight at his dick as it extended out about nine inches from his body. I made my way back to his head, and slowly wrapped my mouth around his beast. My mouth felt as if it were unhinging like a snake, as I slowly and methodically devoured every inch, it poking a little down my throat.

“Yes, just like that,” he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled it back.

I pushed myself farther down, my quickly watering eyes closing as I felt myself gagging on his dick. I pulled out, a thick stream of spit connecting between his head and my lips, and I pulled it away and began to jack him off. I took a couple of deep breaths, composing myself and keeping my breakfast down as the spit that was on his piece acted like an incredibly slick lube.

“How did you like that
, baby?” I asked as I looked up at him.

“Where did you learn to suck a dick like that?” he asked.

“Lots and lots of porn,” I replied seductively.

“It’s your turn,” Kurt quickly replied as he pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed.

“My turn?” I asked before putting my finger in my mouth.

Kurt put his hands on the bands of my thong and looked back up at me.

“Yes,
your
turn,” he said before pulling them off and tossing them far across the room.

Almost immediately
, I was surprised with something Kurt has never done before, at least with me. He got on his knees, put my legs on his shoulders, and began to eat me out. His tongue flickered against my wet clit, almost feeling as though it were vibrating at high speeds as I heard a buzzing sound from his mouth. I looked down at him, trying to keep my head up, as I saw him look back up at me and give a little wink.

“Fuck,” I said as I slammed my head back down and closed my eyes, my hand soon going down below and pushing his face in f
arther, suffocating him.

He stuck his fingers in, two of them, slowly as my back began to arch from pleasure
. Quickly, out of nowhere, he flicked his fingers up, pressing against my g-spot and making me twist and twirl the sheets as my back arched up, a light gasp coming out of my lungs as I tried to regain my composure. What the fuck was that? I didn’t even know that could happen to me, and I’ve been masturbating for years. Whatever it was, I now had a craving for it, and I wanted that spot pressed more than anything.

“I need to be in you,” Kurt said as he stood up quickly, the connection of his tongue against my buzzing
slit no longer there.

He walked over to this bag, shuffled through it, and seemed to pull something out
. What was it? Did he bring toys? He said he didn’t even want to do anything this weekend, so it made me curious as to why he’d even bring them. I guess you could never be too safe, though.