Lost then Found Page 10

  “Luggage, clothes, jewelry, shoes, make-up, perfume,” I listed, knowing that I’d have to tempt her into letting me buys things for her. She’d never been comfortable accepting expensive gifts from me. But I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

  “I don’t need any of those things,” she said, predictably stubborn.

  “Clothes. You’ll need new things.”

  She frowned, tilting her head to protest. I cut her off loudly.

  “Both of you will clothes for the next week. I’m going to take you two to Connecticut to meet my dad and there’s no point coming back New York afterwards. Go somewhere for a proper honeymoon vacation, we’ll take the yacht out, sail somewhere fun.”

  “You want to…”

  The look on her face was hilarious - her mouth gaping open at me. I snorted, and reached over to tap the underside of her chin with my finger. Her mouth shut with a snap.

  “I want to buy Jack things too. Clothes and toys.”

  “Toys!?” Jack interrupted, turning in his booster chair so that I could see he had food smeared around his lips.

  “You better believe it, big guy!”

  It had been a long time since I’d actually enjoyed spending money. It’s not like I go shopping often - even getting new clothes, simply means that my tailor comes to my office to get me fitted. Most of the time, money is just a means to an end for me. A way of keeping score of my successes, or comparing myself to my rivals; how much did I make in this deal, and how much did he lose? How is my family’s company doing?

  So, when we stepped into the toy store, I simply handed Erica a credit card and didn’t expect to do much else.

  Shopping with Jack was completely different - he was just so excited. His face lit up as we walked into the store - just because he thought he might get one toy.

  Perhaps I spoiled him. But it was hard not too, when it was so easy to make him happy. His excitement was infectious, and his laughter made me feel carefree. He ran up and down aisles, his little legs almost unsteady with glee, he just wanted to see every toy in the store - to the point I was tempted to buy one of each for him.

  “Don’t you dare!” Erica glared at me, when I hinted at what I was about to do. “That’s way too much! He’d never get round to playing with them all. Just get him a few things, and you can bring him back here another time.”

  “Alright,” I could admit she made a reasonable point, even if it wasn’t what I wanted. “Jack, which are your ten favorite toys?”

  “Ten!?” Erica chuckled to herself.

  “Ten?” Jack said, cocking his head thoughtfully, “This many?” He held up both his hands, his fingers splayed wide like he wanted to check that I understood how many ten was.

  “Uh-huh, pick ten toys to take home with you.”

  “Ten?” Jack yelped, his eyes widening dramatically. “Oooh, oh. Thank you! Thank you!!” He threw his arms around my leg, wrapping himself onto me and squeezing tight. It felt like I was being attacked by a tiny octopus. I bent down awkwardly, patting his head until he let go.

  Beside me, I could see Erica failing to hold back her laughter.

  “Daddy,” Jack yelled, “Come and help me!”

  And for the next twenty minutes I listened to Jack as he tried to choose his favorite ten toys.

  “You’ve worn him out,” Erica said, picking him up as the clerk boxed up the purchases.

  “We can drop him off at the penthouse, let him have a nap while I buy you some clothes.”

  “Aidan,” she sighed, as I picked up our shopping bags, “It’s easy to buy the love of a four year old, but you can’t buy mine!”

  “Sweetheart, if I could buy your love, then I wouldn’t want it.”

  She shot me a look, Jack’s head lolling on her shoulder as she moved, and I could have slapped myself - I had just admitted to wanting her love!

  “Nothing,” I continued coolly, nonchalantly trying to cover my mistake “Nothing worth buying is ever for sale. However, you will need new things for the next few weeks. You’re only going to need them because I want to take you different places - so it’s only fair that I buy what you need for the trip I’m insisting you take.”

  She raised an eyebrow, a little, teasing expression, “You’re insisting? That makes it sound like I have a choice. It’s nice to hear you acknowledge that, here I was thinking you just expect everyone to give you what you want! Let’s put Jack in bed first…and I’ll consider it.”

  But I knew from her amused tone that before the day was over I’d have her wearing the things that I’d bought for her. We were driven back to the penthouse, Jack snoring loudly in Erica’s arms. Felix was waiting for us at home and the two of them put Jack to bed. I was very lucky that Felix was so good with kids, it certainly hadn’t been in the job description, but it was obvious that Erica approved of him.

  I sighed, feeling oddly left out as I replied to a few emails and forwarded a dozen more to district managers. Work was usually an escape for me, but I could barely concentrate at the moment.

  “And my sister has three little boys, too. I just love babysitting them!”

  I heard Felix’s quiet voice as they left Jack’s bedroom, closing the door behind them and coming down the hallway.

  “Really? I’ll make sure that we won’t be gone long, and he usually has a nap in the afternoon at his daycare, so he likely won’t even wake up.”

  I smiled, shutting my phone off. It sounded like we were going shopping after all.

  “I’ll call you as soon as he wakes up,” Felix was nodding, giving the same serious, single-minded focus to babysitting as he did to the tasks that I usually gave him.

  “Thanks, Felix. Alright, Aidan, I guess I’m yours.”

  I smirked.

  “For the next hour,” she added quickly. “I’m all yours for the next hour.”

  “Long enough.”

  “Where are we going?” she asked, peering out of the window as we drove, “We’re headed towards Fifth Avenue. Saks?”

  “Nope,” I said, my lips popping the ‘p’ in a playful way. My stomach fluttered in a strange, unsettling way. I wasn’t nervous, but I felt the thrill of anticipation. My foot tapped impatiently - this uncontrollable restlessness was fun, being with Erica was simply fun. It just wasn’t a feeling I was used to. “Not Saks.”

  “Bergdorf-Goodman?”

  “Nope. Well, maybe if there’s time. But first…”

  With perfectly timing, the driver chose that moment to pull over and park, right outside our destination.

  “I thought you wanted to go shopping.”

  I laughed, getting out of the car and offering my hand to help her out after me. “I do, and this place is little more…exclusive.”

  I rang the bell, waiting for a clerk to let us in. Erica looked longingly over her shoulder at the car.

  “This is shopping, and it’s going to be fun,” I said, trying to reassure her.

  A salesclerk opened the door, ushering us in with a bright smile and a subdued, “Mr Stryker, your assistant just phoned us to let us you might be coming to visit us. What can I help you with today, sir?”

  Felix had recommended this store me, as I really knew nothing about women’s clothes stores. I wasn’t surprised that he’d phoned ahead for us - he was a very good assistant.

  “We’re going away for a two week vacation, and she needs everything.”

  “Not everything,” Erica muttered.

  “Great. Would you like to sit down while we get some samples for you to look at?” the clerk asked, ushering us over to an overstuffed white couch, there were a few mannequins placed around the room, and some racks of clothes, but I knew that most of their stock would be kept hidden away and only brought out when appropriate. “And can I get you any refreshment? Tea, coffee, glass of champagne?”

  “Two glasses of champagne,” I said quickly, before Erica could object. The clerk disappeared to fetch our drinks and Erica sidled along the couch, closer to my side.


  “This isn’t like any store I’ve been to before,” she said, speaking softly, like she didn’t want the clerks to overhear us. I smiled in amusement, leaning back, and putting on arm on the couch behind her shoulders.

  Just then, three clerks came over, one carrying a tray of champagne and the other two had their arms full of piles of clothes.

  I took the champagne, passing one glass to Erica.

  “Cheers,” I said, clinking our glasses together.

  “Cheers.”

  She took a small sip and put her glass down on the low table in front of us. I took a long drink, surprised at how good the store’s complementary champagne was.

  “That does look very pretty,” Erica said, breaking my reverie as she spoke to the clerk. Their conversation continued, with the clerks bring out more clothes and styles as Erica slowly relaxed. My mind wandered, zoning out as they discussed clothes and what she might need over the next two weeks.

  I rubbed her back, in between her shoulder blades, with the palm of my hand, enjoying having her close to me as I sipped my champagne and occasionally made a suggestion for something else she might need: a few different swimsuits, at least another pair of sunglasses and fancy dresses for when we went ashore.

  “Would you like me to put this one in the fitting room for you, ma’am?”

  There were already quite a few items waiting for Erica in the fitting room.

  “Yeah, please,” Erica nodded, turning to me with a worried look, “This is all…It’s a lot.”

  “It’s really not. Plus, I want you to have them. We’re going to be at sea, this is going to be your last chance to buy what you need for the trip. Go and try some things on, see if you like them.”

  She bit her lip, in that same way that she had this morning.

  “Alright, I will,” she said, standing up determinately.

  “This way, ma’am.”

  The fitting room was an actual little room, with a door that locked. I watched Erica shut the door behind her; the way she moved, those devastating curves turned my usually intelligent brain into a one track mind.

  “Can I get you another glass of champagne, sir?”

  “No, no,” I waved the clerk away as an idea came to me.

  The clerk left me alone, picking up some unwanted clothes to take them into the the back. I was alone in the store…and Erica was just back there…all alone too.

  I got up and knocked on the fitting room door, rapping gently with the tips of my fingers. I heard moving around, the sound of the door unlocking and then Erica slowly pushed it open a few inches.

  “Hey, I really like this one, but do you have it in any different colors?” she said, through the gap, not realizing it was me.

  “No,” I whispered, pushing the door open. Erica gave a scandalized giggle and stepped back so that I could come in. She was just in between trying dresses on - she was only wearing her bra and panties.

  I looked her up and down, admiring the view in front of me…and the view of her backside that was being reflected in the three mirrors around the fitting room walls. I could see her every curve, from every angle.

  “I’m not sure you’re supposed to be back here.”

  I closed the door behind me, locking it. This, this was turning out to be a really unexpected benefit of not shopping in a department store. This was a boutique where the clerks were used to dealing with the wealthiest clients in the world and could be trusted to be truly discreet. They wouldn’t throw us out, no matter what we got up to, not when Erica was about to spend thousands of dollars in their store.

  “I know,” I said smugly, “But I can do what I want.”

  She grinned mischievously, but her eyes were nervous as she eyed the door behind me.

  “And what I want,” I said, wrapping my arms around her bare skin, “Is you.”

  She shivered and I pushed her backwards, her back hitting against the wall. I followed after her, my hands touching every part of her, roving over her luscious curves, one hand cupping a tit through her bra as another found its way, almost of its own accord, into her panties.

  She was already soaking wet for me.

  I ran my fingers along the seam of her pussy, gathering up as much of her sweet nectar as I could on my finger tips.

  She shivered, her eyes wide and desperate.

  “Here?” she said, already breathless just from my slightest touch. Her body craved me and it was an addicting feeling. “But, but someone will hear us!”

  “Then you’ll have to be quiet,”

  I licked my fingers, savoring the taste of her sweet cunt. When I’d licked off the last trace of her, I put my hand over her mouth making sure she couldn’t make a sound. My hand looked so large compared to her face. Her lips pressed into my palm, hot and pouty. It was a shame that we were going to have to be quick this time, because I really wanted to feel those lips wrapped around my cock.

  Next time.

  For now, I was just going to use her pretty pussy.

  Her panties were in the way. I pulled them down roughly, not bothering to take them off completely. There was no time, not when I could feel the need thrumming between us.

  Leaning down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, I whispered to her.

  “If you’re not quiet then the clerks will know you’re being fucked, they’ll know you’re sopping wet for me.”

  I undid my pants as quickly as I could, my cock already hard and aching for her. I let my clothes fall to the floor as I wrapped my hands around her waist so that I could lift her up, pinning her against the wall so that she was at just the right height.

  Her panties had slipped back into place - I growled in frustration as my dick brushed against the damp cloth.

  Erica moaned, her lips moving under my hand.

  “Wrap you legs around me,” I whispered harshly. I was losing my mind, I needed to be inside her before I went insane. I took my hand off her mouth and shoved her panties aside again. Without my fingers to stop her making noise, I could hear Erica mewling, her neck arched as she whispered:

  “Oh, God, please, fuck me, Aidan, now, please - ”

  I covered her mouth again, even though I could listen to her enticing chant that all day. My cock slotted between the wet lips of her pussy, her thighs spread wide as she desperately held onto me. I wanted to tease her, I wanted to listen to her beg for me some more… but I couldn’t wait another second.

  I thrusted into her tight heat, one long firm push, right to the hilt.

  Fuck, she was so good for me, her tight body gripping hold of my cock as her whole body shook.

  She bit into my fingers, desperate to hold back the noises that she need to let out. She was hot and wet and so tight that I couldn’t think of anything else. My entire world was focused on her - the squeeze of her pussy, the glazed desperate expression in her eyes, the needy little sounds that poured out of her mouth, muffled through my hand.

  “You want the clerks to hear you, don’t you? You want them to know how needy you are for my fat cock.”

  I drew back and shoved back into her, wild and desperate. I could feel the tremors of her body, already seconds from cumming, but my hips didn’t losing a single beat of their rhythm as I pounded her into the fitting room wall.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect for me, aren’t you? So desperate, you don’t care who hears you!”

  She clawed at my back, her nails sharp, even through my suit jacket. Her pupils were blown wide as the noise she was making started to change, getting higher, more desperate. She was so fucking gorgeous like this, all mine as I fucked her hard.

  With a scream that my hand barely muffled, I felt her cum, her pussy clenching around me like a vice, pulling my orgasm out of me as I came, pushing my cum as deep as I could into her. The walls of her pussy fluttered around, milking me dry.

  Her hands were still clawing at me as I leaned in to press a sloppy kiss to wherever my mouth landed - on her shoulder. My hips pushed forward, still keeping her pinned in place a
s my cock twitched again, pushing more of my spunk into her.

  Slowly, I pulled away, my cock glistening wet with her juices. I gently lowered Erica, she stumbled slightly, her legs unsteady. With one hand, I wiped myself dry, tucking my cock back in my pants.

  Erica looked up at me, her eyes slightly unfocused and her hair going in all directions. I felt a thrill of pride at how well-fucked she looked.

  I gave her last kiss on her forehead.

  “Have fun trying on clothes,” I whispered, opening the fitting room door and slipping away.

  14

  Aidan

  I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. It was late and it had been a long day.

  Erica and I had got back to the penthouse before Jack had woken up from his nap. Most of the afternoon the two of them had been hanging out in the lounge, Jack playing with his new toys and Erica keeping him company.

  Watching the two of them like that, it had got me thinking.

  When I was a young boy, I had been sure that I would have a large family. I’d dreamed of it.

  I’d happily imagined what my life was going to be like when I was an adult, and it was always the same thing - a beautiful wife that loved me, and a whole army of kids. I was going to live in the house where I had grown up in Connecticut, just outside Darien.

  I used to have this picture in my head, of my children; all different ages, running on the big lawn, climbing the trees in the woods, playing with suits of armor in the Long Hall.

  I wanted to share with my kids all the joy that I had growing up in that house.

  But, life didn’t work out the way I expected.

  I’d given up those dreams of having a family years ago. I was sure that I was going to spend my life alone.

  I rolled over in bed, looking at the cold, empty space next to me. I wanted Erica to be there. Instead, she was down the hallway, much too far away from me.

  It was such a waste. I was only going to have her with me for a short time, I should be savoring every second, not still pining for her when she was living in my penthouse. Throwing the covers back, I got out of bed and made my way by the light coming in through the window, I was determined to go and fetch her.