Honor gave in to the impulse and brought them to a stop before they left the cloakroom so she could kiss him and lick around his lips again, easily because her ridiculously high heels made it unnecessary to go on her tip-toes. She had 'cleaned' him up before they left the cloakroom, using her tongue to eliminate any trace of her cum and his from his member, and she imagined she could taste it all on her tongue as she laved it over his amused lips.
She was still pouting because she hadn't wanted to leave the cloakroom quite yet, but, as he quite reasonably pointed out as he kissed her bared breasts, he was one of the co-hosts of the event, and his people were certainly already looking for him. Although, given his very noticeable companion's absence along with him, many of the attendees would be able to hazard a guess at what, or who, had taken him away from his own party.
Much to her gratification, Marq was apparently as anxious to leave for the hotel as she was, and he stood to say his farewells as soon as it was polite, leaving the newly announced executives of the newborn Phoenyx Elektronik to bask in the aftermath of a successful launch of their new company.
She spent the drive back to the Grand Imperial on his lap, wearing nothing but her chain and shoes, silent as Marq wordlessly undressed her and removed the mask from her face even before Mongkhut had pulled out of the conference centre's massive compound.
She had also said nothing when he had stopped and pulled her to him earlier, at exactly where she had met him at the top of the staircase into the Conference Center. There, in public, he had kissed her, his hands grasping the bared skin of her hips, and then, as she breathlessly stared up at him, pouting for another kiss, he had unhooked the tiny bandeau and taken it off her body. She had shivered at the sudden sensation of the evening air on her suddenly uncovered breasts, brown tips already hardening to point at him.
He kissed her again, this time holding her breasts and stroking his fingers over her nipples, making her hiss with pleasure.
Honor suspected that the mask had a lot less to do with her lack of shame than her already made decision to be his odalisque, to completely dedicate herself to his pleasure. Modesty was explicitly not a part of that arrangement. So she had walked down the staircase with him, her jiggling breasts and the chains grasping her nipples proudly bared to the night, pushing aside the scandalized stares that followed her.
That she would soon be completely nude was a foregone conclusion. Every womanly instinct screamed it as he looked with barely controlled hunger at her, and she only wondered, only slightly apprehensive, if it would happen before or after they got to the car. Thankfully, Marq had been thorough in saying his farewells and no one interrupted them, and she made it into the car still clothed, if barely.
He began to masturbate her as soon as he pulled her naked body unto his lap, her squeal of delight helping him find the proper rhythm for his fingers as they stroked between her spread legs. His mouth did not remain idle as he attacked her lips, her neck, her breasts. It wasn't long before she squealed against his marauding lips, going stiff in his arms, shuddering wildly as a gush of liquid escaped her slit, soaking his fingers, creating a familiar large wet patch on his pants.
He held her as she came, and then he did it again, stroking her at a slower, crueler pace. And she cried out and squirted again, soaking him and his pants even more.
She didn't give him the opportunity to try for a third time; she got off him, going to her knees on the car floor, her hands attacking his belt and buttons. She made a growling, hungry, angry sound as she yanked down his pants and underwear in one go, forcing him to lift his butt off the seat with an amused sound as she uncovered his cock. She let out another growl as she swallowed him into her mouth, his chuckle swiftly transforming into a loud gasp of pleasure.
She neither knew nor cared how long she spent on her knees in front of him, stroking and sucking his cock as Mongkhut drove them through the Thai capital city, hearing only his sharp breathing and feeling the repeated stiffening of his body as she pleasured him, his quiet gasps of enjoyment guiding her as he rapidly grew to full hardness.
He stopped her suddenly, her cry of protest ignored as he pulled her up. He captured her lips as he brought her over his erection, her complaint abruptly silenced as she realized what he wanted, the casual display of masculine strength as he lifted her in place sending a familiar disturbing surge of aroused heat through her. She shook as he deliberately entangled his hands in her nipple chains, clutching at him and moaning against his mouth, not breaking the kiss as he sank her down on his cock.
He finally let go of her lips, his presence inside her coupling with the tugs on her nipple chains, making her squirm on top of him.
She started to ride him as he grasped her breasts again, gasping as she slid him in and out of her body.
He growled, his hands leaving her breasts to grasp her hips, holding her still.
"Don't move," he growled. He brought her head down and kissed her again, hard. "Don't. Move."
She obeyed, stilling, her confusion plain as she looked at him.
He pulled her head down again, his mouth inches from hers. "Just let me be inside you, Miss Banet."
She ignored the dangerous surge of emotion that flooded through her then, crowding it out of her mind as she leaned forward the rest of the way, capturing his lips with hers. "Anything you want, Mr. Haydn," she whispered afterward.
'Just' having him inside her turned out to be not quite as easy as it sounded. It took less than a minute for her to realize that keeping still was going to be impossible, especially since he made no effort to keep his hands, or lips, to himself.
To be fair, neither did she. She kissed and licked at him, touching, caressing, grasping, reciprocating ... retaliating.
The nipple chains had slipped off at some point, and she cried out, spasming as he used his teeth and then his tongue over her still rudely pointing nipples. She moaned and surrendered her neck to him as he cupped her breasts and licked and kissed his way up to her lips, squirming and grinding on him as he made his way along the sensitive arch of her throat with his tongue, meeting her parted lips before repeating the same mesmerizing circuit back to her nipples.
She was on the brink and desperate when he returned to her lips, and she put her hand between them, between her legs, feverishly questing fingers finding the erect nub of flesh over her slit, stroking, pressing, and then shrieking as she released another gush of liquid from her opening.
She found herself collapsed weakly on top of him when she came back to herself, his arms wrapped around her heaving naked body, his cock still wonderfully, deliciously sheathed and full inside her.
She gazed at him wordlessly for a long moment, before she started bouncing on him.
Or, at least, she tried to.
He stopped her, again, holding her waist. "No, Miss Banet."
Her mouth fell open, eyes opening wide, incredulous. "You want me to just sit here? Like this?" She glanced down at where they were conjoined, feeling her face burn at the liquid mess.
"Yes, Miss Banet." he responded, "Why not?"
She stared at him, her expression a mix of confused amazement and lip-parted arousal, until he brought her head down and kissed her again, long, slow and exploring.
When the kiss finally broke, she was even more breathless, remembering him just keeping his member inside her on the barge from Ayutthaya, remembering the slave girl's mentor in the movie 'sitting still' on her beloved Emperor, and also thinking, 'Why not?'
But she had to say it; "You're a very, very odd man, Mr. Haydn."
He grinned. "Thank you, Miss Banet."
She sniffed, furling her lip. "That wasn't a compliment."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
She leaned down and kissed him. "It's a statement of fact."
He grinned. "I can accept that."
She looked down at him again, finding that she was moving on him as she sat up, unconsciously grinding on him, rolling her hips in an achingly slow belly dance, making him move inside her.
"Can I do this?" she asked.
He nodded after a moment, and she smiled indulgently as he cupped her breasts, amused by his all-too-male obsession with them as he fondled and weighed them in his hands, sucking in her breath as he teasingly played with her still-pointing nipples.
"Can I do this?" he asked.
She nodded, biting her lip at the sparks of sensation, leaning into his hands.
A minute later, she did something else, smiling evilly as he let out a gasp, feeling him shake as she repeated the kegel squeeze around his cock. "Can I do this?"
He grasped her hips. "No, Miss Banet."
Her grin went wider as she squeezed again. "You can't stop me, Mr. Haydn."
The predatory glint was back in his eyes as he roughly brought her down and kissed her.
Her grin was still in place when he released her, and she squeezed him again.
This time, she didn't get any reaction. None at all. "No fair!" she pouted.
Which led to another slow exploring, breath stealing, kiss.
She was still moving on him, and squeezing him, when he let her go. "So we're just going to stay like this until we get to the hotel?"
"Is that a problem, Miss Banet?" he asked.
She smiled. "No, Mr. Haydn."
In fact, she found that she was curious about it: could she really stay on his cock, for the entire ride to the hotel? Just how long could she keep Marq Haydn inside her? Why not find out?
He matched her smile as he brought her head down again.
There wasn't much talking for a while as he kissed and explored her body, and she moaned her enjoyment as she kissed and touched him back, surrendering to the pleasure of just having him inside her, touching her, to being his odalisque.
The car was still making its way through nighttime Bangkok, taking the free way along the Chao Phraya, and she could see the lit up Wat Arun in the distance as she leaned back to let him play with her breasts, crying out quietly as he licked and sucked on the swollen brown nubs that continued to rudely point at him.
"So what did you think of the launch?" he asked.
She gave him a curious look, breathless from both the assault on her nipples, still wet and shiny from being in his mouth, his heavy presence in her pussy, and confusion at his strangely sudden desire for conversation.
"You really want to talk about that now?" she asked.
He smiled. "Why not?"
She shook her head. "Again, you're a very, very odd man, Mr. Haydn."
His smile became wider. "Again, thank you."
Honor squeezed him, and grinned as he stiffened in reaction, confirming her suspicion, his discipline broken as she caught him off-guard.
He grasped her waist, conceding. "Well? What did you think?"
"You really want to know?" she asked.
His hands began to stroke up her belly. "I value your opinion, Miss Banet."
The rush of warmth that suffused her made gathering her thoughts somewhat difficult, not to mention his presence inside her and his hands being effective distractions on their own. So she simply told the truth. "I thought it was a great presentation."
"Really?"
"Yes. I even got some of the techie nerdy automotive stuff," she confirmed, sincerely. "Helios and Nomi are very lucky you came along. Especially Helios."
He smiled at her, all the way up to his eyes. "Thank you, Miss Banet."
She kissed him. "You're very welcome, Mr. Haydn."
There was no talking for a while.
Until he held her waist, slowing her for the umpteenth time. "I saw you talking. To David Brenner."
Honor froze, staring at him. He was inside her and she was shamelessly naked and writhing on top of him in a moving car, and he wanted to talk about another man? "You want to talk about ... about David? Now?"
"Yes," Marq said.
He grasped her breasts, making her arch forward as she was forced to replay the encounter with her fiancee in her mind.
She had needed something to drink when they made it back to the hall after their adventure in the cloakroom. She had worn back her mask and dress in the darkness, only becoming aware of how the sheen of moisture on her skin made it stick and cling to her body as they exited the cloakroom.
He noticed, and she was kissed hungrily for it, and she had the sudden premonition that his next choice of dress for her would be a lot more sheer, and cover even less. It filled her more with excitement than trepidation.
They were just in time for Marq to be called on stage again, and she had made a beeline for one of the tables stacked with champagne and wine flutes that dotted the hall floor. She looked for the small tumblers of water instead ... and almost choked on her third glass when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"If you're really thirsty, try the Rosé."
She took another sip of water, composing herself before turning around, even more thankful for the mask.
David Brenner held a glass in each hand, the one with the pink liquid extended toward her.
"Hello. My name is David."
She deepened her voice, adopting the mild French accent she had used on Herr Gertner. "Hello, David."
"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, Miss ...?"
She smiled at him, "Ramya Armaan."
"You look absolutely beautiful, Miss Ramya Armaan, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Thank you, Mr. David ...?"
"Brenner." David said, smiling and rakishly handsome. "David Brenner."
She saw the curiosity and desire in his eyes, but not a hint of recognition. Again, how could he possibly imagine that his sensible, faithful and oblivious fiancee would be standing in front of him in Bangkok?
Not only that, the woman in front of him was clothed in something out of every man's most erotic fantasies, there was a tattoo curling around her body, her hair was cut shorter than on any style he had ever seen on Honor Banet, and she was many inches taller than his fiancee ... because 'his' Honor would never wear heels so high. His eyes flashed over her neck, his mind noting again the absence of the dot his fiancee sported above her collar bone.
And then there was the mask covering three quarters of her face.
"You really should try the Rosé. It is very good," David continued.
She shook her head. "I don't drink alcohol." A week earlier, before she had become Marq Haydn's odalisque, that would have been a lie. But right then, she knew it was the truth; Marq did not like alcohol, so while she was his odalisque, neither did she.
David blinked in surprise, but recovered quickly. "Oh. I apologize." He placed the flute with the Rosé on the table. "Well, if I may ask, who are you here with?"
Honor paused before answering, knowing he had seen her with Marq, and deciding to go with the truth. "I am with Marq Haydn."
"So you're with Ascent Kapital?"
"No," she said. "I am just with Marq."
"So you're his ... wife? Or girlfriend?"
Honor suspected that David was very well aware of Marq's relationship status. Knowing him and his thoroughness, she was certain he had researched that very question before coming to the event.
Honor found herself marveling at the twist of fate that led to her being propositioned by her own fiancee halfway across the world, another man's semen still warm and trailing out of her body.
"No," she repeated. "I am just with him."
"I see," David said, and this time he made no effort to hide his eyes' survey of her body. "So you just met here in Bangkok?"
Honor smiled at him when his eyes made it back up to her face. "Yes. We met here in Bangkok. We have an ... 'arrangement.'"