Sultan and the Begger PT 2

Soft, silky the fabric clung to his rough skin.  Since when did he have silk bed sheets? This woke Christopher up. Looking around his eyes were out of focus from that early morning haze but he could tell already there was something different about his place there was too much light.  As his sight cleared up Christopher stared in awe. The room was as big as his apartment, maybe even the neighbor's too. He reached out and touched the fabric with the tip of his fingers.

"This would be the point where I tell someone to pinch me" He grinned, "but then I actually might just wake up" The window to his right was open and a soft breeze fluffed out the sheer curtains. Time stood still in that peaceful moment as Christopher watched the fabric fall back into place. Then the door across the room flung open with a bang, as Christopher felt his heart jump out of his chest.

"Good morning sir" the man greeted him with a smile as he wheeled the cart across the room and to Christopher's side of the bed. The silver clinked & chimed as the man dressed in a black suit with a white bow removed the cover from the platter, set the silver wear and poured some orange juice into the crystal glass. 

"Pancakes and eggs with a side of bacon, your usual Saturday breakfast sir" The man in the suit stood with a cloth folded over one arm waiting.

"huh?" Perhaps the most unintelligent thing Christopher had said all year or at least all week, yet he was dumbfounded. The dream was becoming more and more real, the smell of the bacon and pancakes were intoxicating.  His stomach spoke next.

"sir I suggest you eat, you have a busy day scheduled" insisted the man in the black suit.

"I-I do?" the shock started to wear down but the disbelief lingered.

The man in the black suit leaned forward a bit with a slight concern in his face.  "Are you alright sir? You seem a bit confused."

"I believe I am, could, could you refresh my memory? Who am I? Where am I? What is all of this?"

At this point the man in the suit had a more worried expression but complied to the request and began the run down on Christopher's life up to that point. He relayed his childhood, his education, his career and success. "And that is when you hired me sir, Benjamin Fitzherbert, as your butler" "Butler?!" Christopher was astonished.

"Y-es sir; Sir, did you hit your head last night? I remember you had a bit much to drink but you didn't say if you had fallen before entering the mansion. I assure you sir, had I known I would have rushed you to the Emergency Hospital right away. Should I delay your plans and take you there now?"

"n-no, that's alright Benjamin, I'm fine I think I need to eat, low blood sugar perhaps."

"Very well sir, I shall begin to ready the transportation, I don't think you should be driving in your condition"

"Thank you Benjamin, for your concern and all your help."

Benjamin paused at the genuine appreciation. "Of course sir"

The day was unlike anything else Christopher had ever experienced, a visit to his personal Taylor to get measurements for a new set of suits. A new haircut and then a round of golf of which Christopher was terrible at but thoroughly enjoyed anyways. Then it was lunch at the club, a massage and an afternoon at the races. Christopher had never had so much fun in his life, he didn't want it to end. But it did. As soon as he returned to the mansion and saw the scowl on her face and eyes that burned holes through him he knew the fun was over and he was terribly afraid. Standing in front of the staircase with her arms crossed, the pressure rounded her bust beneath the tailored red suit. Her red heals clicked against the marble floor in a heated pace that matched the increased beating of his heart until he lost his breath with the smack of her hand. The burn on his left cheek, he sensed, was only a flicker of heat that matched her eyes.

"You asshole! How could you!" She yelled. Still stunned from the hit all Christopher could do was blink. Watching her face his eyes darted across picking up the details, her rage, as well as her beauty. She was much shorter than him, perhaps even more so if she wasn't wearing heals. Her hair was blonde but he could see roots of brown peaking between parts. The curls were wrapped up in a bun, perhaps for business. He could tell she was a doll once, a modern beauty you could find at any Playboy Party. But the years were written on her face just as the emotions that were churning within her seemed to be boiling at the moment.

"You know I wanted the chateau in the mountains and yet you sold it from under my nose! I would have let you have the Beach house and the jet if you just gave me the chateau." His silence seemed to hit a nerve in her as tears swelled up in her eyes.  "Say something damn it! I know I cheated on you but you had no right to take away the one thing that meant anything in our marriage!!" She kneed him in the groin. Christopher fell onto the ground with the other side of his face hitting the cold hard surface. Hot and cold, extreme opposites, just like his day was going.

"If you're going to be a ruthless ass about it, so will I." With that Christopher watched the red heals click behind him and disappear, the door latch was the final click.

"Benjamin" Christopher gasped, his breathing was louder than his speech. "Benjamin" Still no answer. Christopher looked at the Grandfather clock that he was now facing as he lay on the floor, 6:15. Christopher ran through his memory of the information Benjamin gave him that morning, A time that seemed decades ago.  He vaguely remembers Benjamin telling him the time his services would be done by now but wasn't sure. He laid there for a few more minutes as the pain resided and Christopher could think more clearly. He decided to get up and try to make it to his room. But when he looked up and saw another woman standing to the right of the staircase he froze.

"How" Was all he could muster.

"You gave me a key so I could pick up your personal affects if you should ever forget them." The woman took a few more steps, the light revealed another beautiful figure however much younger than the angry blonde from before. The clacks of her heals were much slower, the kind that resembled a cat approaching a mouse. Christopher felt a chill down his back, this was much worse than an angry ex-wife. The woman kneeled sitting on her black heels meeting his face. Christopher was stuck with his legs still out behind him he couldn't move quick enough to avoid another slap, he would have to launch himself into a roll but that would only get him so far. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. Benjamin told me you were having memory problems and it seems they haven't gotten any better. My name is Danielle, I'm your personal assistant. You hired me last year just before your wife sent the divorce papers."

Christopher relaxed, his head tilted downwards catching a juicy glimpse of Danielle's cleavage peaking out from inside her blouse. He saw a hand replace her blouse. Standing Christopher could feel the tension release from his arms while the blood resumed flowing, he felt a bit light headed.

"Were you-"

"I watched the whole thing, and to be honest I let her in."

Christopher stared at Danielle, was she friend or enemy, he couldn't tell.  Her brown hair was wavy and framed her youthful face. Looking her face over she had a beauty that seemed to resonate from her eyes, it was a natural beauty, an old beauty; like that of Audry Hepburn. He was entranced. She quickly looked the other way. Christopher took advantage of the situation and glanced at the rest of her body. Firm, young, round and soft he assumed. Her grey pants hid the shape of her legs but was useless at hiding the curve of her round bottom. The cleavage he saw before was again in full view poised between an opening in her white blouse. He jerked his head up as her eyes returned to staring at him, a situation he was quickly coming accustomed to.

"Since you seem to have forgotten your wife of 13 years and your butler of 15, I assume you have forgotten the fact that I'm not just your assistant but also your lover." She glared at him while something in Christopher's brain clicked into hyper drive.

"Now that is unforgivable." Danielle's eyes widened with surprise as Christopher continued, "As difficult as it is to believe that I would forget someone who has been apart of a good portion of my life such as Benjamin, it seems to have happened. And after tonight I can understandably see myself choosing to forget such a horrid woman as my ex however…to forget someone as lovely as yourself even if we were not intimately involved is despicable in my book."

Danielle's eyes darted across Christopher's face as if looking for a sign of something, a lie or deceit. Christopher took her hand again, this time she was frozen in place. He grinned as he lifted her hand and placed his lips upon her skin. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" He looked deeply into her eyes.

"I-I" He could tell Danielle was speechless. Christopher leaned over and pressed his lips upon hers. He was right she was soft, from her lips, down her neck he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body against hers. It had been a long time since he had felt the tender presence of a woman upon his tall frame. But maybe even that was a memory lapse, everything was so confusing, everything except the feeling this woman gave him as she touched his body, even if it was all a dream he was going to make the most of it. 

How they had made their way into the bedroom was another mystery but one he was willing to happen. All that mattered was what he was doing and that was undressing the sensual being below him. His lips found their way down her chest as he popped open her blouse. The lacy white bra hugged her breasts in perfect view. He placed his hands upon them while Danielle gasped and arched her back. They were sensitive, which means he was going to have lots of fun. His fingers glided down the edge of the lace tracing the skin of his busty partner. One finger pulled the fabric down and stroked a nipple on the way. Placing it between his finger and thumb he gently pinched and rubbed the nipple around, and around. The nipple became hard when he licked it. Christopher could hear moaning coming from above his head, it was music to his ears and he was going to press play as long as he could. Sucking turned the music louder. He licked and sucked one nipple then switched to the other, back and forth he went until he decided he wanted more than just sound. He reached down between her legs and felt the soft fabric on her crotch, her panties made a squish. She was wet. He slipped a finger beneath her black panty line. What he felt made him hard, so hard he began to drip, the wet spot growing on his own pant leg. It was enough, he couldn't hold back any longer. Stripping them both nude he took in her beauty, before lining up his penis between her legs.