Stolen Kiss (Erotic Thriller)

Chapter 4

The mansion was quiet as Natalie slipped from her bedroom, a notebook in her left hand and a turquoise tote bag in her right. She was dressed in a pink and black bikini, a pink sarong over it. She descended the staircase, shivering when her feet touched the cool marble.

Lexi had gone to visit her mom for a few days, the kids going with April to Montana for the week of skiing. She could only assume that David was working in his studio, or else with Jon and Tico recording their new album. They had returned two days ago from Australia, both of them suffering from severe jet lag.

Through the foyer and kitchen, Natalie made her way to the backyard. The grass was manicured and soft under her skin, the sun shining bright and the sky a clear blue. The sunlight was dancing over the gleaming pool, a slight breeze in the air, and it was too tempting to ignore. Plus, it was a heated pool...always kept at a comfortable 70 degrees.

Natalie spread out her towel in one of the poolside chairs, setting the notebook and bag on the table next to it. She removed the sarong, slathered her body in sunscreen, and relaxed on the pool chair.

She listened to the voicemails left for her, as well as David's business email. She forwarded required information to his accountant and spoke with his lawyer about a petition to rebuild his beach home after the hurricane trashed it. It had been approved, so that would make David happy.

Natalie sighed and set her phone aside, standing from the lounger and sat with her legs dangling in the pool water. So many females would have loved to be in her position, with an attractive rockstar wanting to fuck them. She could still smell his cologne, mixed with the scent of cigar smoke and his shampoo.

She sighed and jumped from the side, the cool water engulfing her as she swam laps under the water. Swimming had always been the guaranteed stress reliever emotionally and physically. She swam laps until her arms felt like lead weights, and sat on the pool steps.

Natalie leaned back as the sun warmed her, pictures of David running through her mind and his tall frame leaning over her. She looked towards the mansion, seeing no one around. Her hand wandered under the band of her panties, her eyes getting heavier as her fingers explored.

One slipped into her slit and rubbed at the pulsating bud, a small moan escaping her lips. "Mmm..." She let her fantasies take over, playing out like a video in her head. "Fuck," she whispered. Natalie was wiggling under the water, her fingers dancing over her clit.

She could see him so clear in her mind. Her bedroom bathed in a soft orange glow. She remembered how he had followed her into her bedroom that first night, stalking towards her like a predator homing in on its prey. His lips, tongue and fingers leaving trails of fire and ice over her body.

His blonde curls between her legs, and his tongue dragging along her clit. She could feel his arms around her and the weight of his body on her, passionately fucking and spanking her each night during the band's overseas tour until she was too exhausted to sit up.

The night with Richie and David, trapped between their strong and sweaty bodies, sent a jolt of heat through her veins. "Mmm..."

How he had carried her to the shower after, holding her under the hot spray and cleaning her every inch. What kind of hold does this man have over me?? What she wouldn't give to have him touch her like that one more time. Her body was aching for it.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," she whimpered. Natalie didn't hear the soft tread of footsteps in the grass, too lost in her fantasy. Her head rolled to the side and her eyes opened.

Standing above her was David, giving her an evil smirk. "Looks like I'm not the only one caught in compromising situations," he said quietly. Natalie's eyes traveled down his chest to his shorts where his excitement was more than prominent.