Chapter 19: Manaford

Marissa began her drive early. She wanted to avoid the worst of the LA traffic, so she planned on getting to Manaford’s house early to midafternoon. She wasn’t worried about impressing him, so she dressed in a conservative white blouse, an old pair of jeans and strapped sandals. The drive up the coast was uneventful, but LA was its usual mess and she arrived just after two. When she pulled in front of his Malibu house, she couldn’t help but be impressed. He was obviously doing very well.

She’d barely knocked when he opened the door wearing a swimsuit and an open short sleeve shirt. “Marissa,” he said, “I’m glad that you decided to visit me. Was the drive up okay?”

“Until I got to about Irvine,” she replied as she walked in. “You have a beautiful house.”

“Thank you. Check out the view of the ocean,” he said as he held out his hand for her overnight bag.

Marissa ignored his outstretched hand and walked over to the window and looked at the infinity pool, hot tub and beyond to the ocean; it was breathtaking. She looked around the living room and smiled at Manaford. “Wow!” He gave her a wide smile back. “Can I use the loo? It was a long ride up here.”

“Of course.” He pointed down the hall. “First door on the right.”

Carrying a small overnight bag, provided by Agent Ferraro, into the bathroom, Marissa quickly accessed the hidden compartment and removed the tiny listening devices that Ferraro had given her and stuck one under the toilet tank before setting down to pee.

After she was done with her business, she walked back to the living room and while admiring the big fireplace she placed a bug under the corner of mantle. “A fireplace in Los Angeles?” she commented as she ran her hand along the wood mantle while walking back to the kitchen and ran her hand along the counter while placing another bug. “You must be quite a chef,” she commented. She walked back to the picture window to look at the view.

“Would you like to go for a swim?” asked her host.

“I didn’t bring a suit.”

That only made him laugh. He took her by the hand. “Let me show you the bedroom.”

Manaford flipped a switch and mood lighting filled the room. Of course, the bedroom was beautiful, although dominated by a large four poster bed and fit for a man of his ilk. The mirror on the ceiling above the bed made her smile. “How fitting,” she thought to herself. He led her into the bathroom and amount of chrome and mirrors turned the room into one big funhouse, but what she immediately noticed was the lines of coke and a rolled up hundred on the polished countertop.

Manaford saw her looking at the coke and said, “Go ahead; we may as well get in the proper mood.”

Marissa thought, “Why not,” and leaned over and sniffed the line and he leaned over and followed suit.

“Come on let’s get you out of those uncomfortable clothes.”

Marissa walked back into the bedroom and set down the small overnight bag on the dresser. She casually walked over and removed one of the large, hooped earrings. Removing the second one she intentionally dropped it onto the floor. Knelling down she used her body to block his view and put a bug under the bed frame before retrieving the fallen earring.

Turning around she saw that Manaford had taking off his shirt and was pulling down his swim trunks. She looked at his half erect penis and gave him a smile.

He gave her a smug smile in return and walked over and began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m looking forward to our time together.”

She looked down at his growing erection and lied, “Me too.” She pulled off her blouse. “But I have to go home early tomorrow.”

“Who says?”

She laughed as she unzipped her jeans. “My husband.”

Manaford moved behind her and unhooked her bra, “I sort of had the impression that you belonged to Rockford.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” she said as she stepped out of her sandals and then her pants.

“Well for now, your mine,” he said as he let his eyes roam over her cute ass. Taking a hold of her shoulders her turned her around and kissed her while palming her breasts.

Marissa let her hand slide down his stomach and cupped his balls. His lengthening pole hit her forearm and she said, playing to his vanity, “What’s with you Italian men? Are you all built like this?”

“No, just the lucky ones,” he replied, clearly pleased that she was impressed by his manhood. “Let’s go for a swim and watch the sunset.”

They walked naked out to the living room and through French doors leading to the pool. They waded out to the edge of the pool where the water seemed to end just before the view of the ocean.

Resting their hands on the pool edge, they watched the red sun sink toward the blue sea. “This is nice,” she said. Manaford responded by putting his hand under her chin and tilting her face toward him to kiss her.

They sipped their wine and necked for a few minutes before Manaford moved behind her and pressed his erection against her butt. He reached around and grasped her breasts and kissed the back of her neck as the sun winked out on the horizon. “Mmm nice,” she moaned, feeling the warmth from the coke as well as his hard member between her butt cheeks.

Manaford gently repositioned her legs before bending his knees to slide his hard pole into her. “That’s even nicer,” she stated as he slowly pumped into her. After about five minutes, he put his hands on her shoulders and started pushing into her harder. The water began making slapping noises each time his groin hit her butt cheeks.

It took another ten minutes before Marissa sensed from his groans that he was close, and she let herself bask in the glow of cocaine enhanced sex as she let her own orgasm come to a crescendo.

Manaford groaned and buried his tool to the hilt as he came deep inside of her and she screamed as she let herself climax at the same time. He stayed inside of her for several minutes while he caught his breath and asked, “How was that?” in a tone that made it sound like she was supposed to be suitably impressed by his performance.

“That was great Gus. You really know how to please a lady.” She felt his cock slide out and turned around and kissed him. Then she put her head on his shoulder and basked in the afterglow of their sex.

“Let’s go get dried off and go to my bedroom,” he said. He took her hand and led her out of the pool. He picked up towels on the way and they dried off as they walked to the French doors. On the way through the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He put the glasses on the nightstand and opened the bottle with a large pop that sent the cork high into the air. They both laughed as he filled the glasses and handed her the one on the right.

She looked up at the big mirror over the bed with a sly grin as he picked up the other glass and he toasted, “To great sex.”

“You’re such a romantic,” she said. Draining her glass, she held it out for a refill.

“How long have you been turning tricks for Rocky?” he asked as he filled her glass.

Marissa shook her head and felt a little dizzy. Everyone kept calling her a prostitute, but she couldn’t think of herself that way. “I’m sort of on call.”

“Oh, a call girl,” he said with a smirk.

“Man, this champagne has gone to my head,” she said a little shakily.

“Come over and sit on the bed,” he said as he took her arm and led her to the bed.

Marissa awoke, feeling somewhat woozy. She was lying on her back and when she lifted her head she found that she was spread eagle on the bed. She tried to sit up, but found that with her wrists and ankles bound to the bed posts by leather restraints. “Gus,” she called out, no reply. “GUS!” she called louder. She let her head fall back. Looking up, she saw her full reflection in a mirror above the bed. She was naked and there was a leather collar around her neck that she hadn’t been aware of. “GUS!” she screamed.

A few minutes later he walked in wearing an untied robe, naked underneath. “Good, you’re awake.”

“Gus, release me.”

“But why doll?” he said, walking up to the bed and running the fingers of his left hand up the inside of her leg.

“I don’t like being helpless.”

“Oh, but I like it,” he replied, grinning.

“Fine, you lie down, and I’ll tie you up.”

“Hmm, that’s intriguing ... maybe later.”

“Did you drug me?” she asked indigently.

“I wasn’t sure that you were into bondage,” he replied. “So, I took a few liberties.”

“I’m not. Let me go.”

“In time doll, in time.”

For the first time she noticed a small video camera in his right hand. “You’re not recording this are you? Gus!”

“Why doll, it didn’t seem to bother you when Tony filmed you two fucking in every room in his house.”

“That was different; I didn’t know that he was filming then. How many people have seen those anyhow?”

He gave her a cat ate the canary grin. He sat the camera on a tripod, and she could see the green light blinking. “Hey, don’t worry I’m not going to show them to your husband, or put them on the internet. That is unless you want me to.” He winked at her.

“Why would I want you to do that?”

“Or maybe because you’re being naughty.” He walked over and gently twisted her nipple, not enough to cause real pain, just enough to get his message across. He let his robe fall to the floor and she saw his flaccid cock begin to stiffen. “For now, I’ll just enjoy looking at you, lying there naked and helpless.”

“Gus, no please.”

He tilted his head to the side while he looked down at her petite body. “You’re a magnificent creature Marissa. We’re both going to enjoy spending some time together.”

“I have to drive home tomorrow morning.”

“I think that you might have to call you husband and tell him that you’ve been delayed; that you need another day to um, work on my project. You can just tell him that you’re all tied up.” He seemed to think that this was funny, and he laughed. He tenderly rubbed her nipple, but Marissa tensed all the same, expecting him to hurt her.

“Don’t worry babe; I’ll be gentle.” He leaned down and sucked on the top of her left breast.”

“Gus don’t, you’ll leave a mark.” He kept sucking for another minute and when he lifted his head, she could see the hickie on the top of her breast. “Oh Gus!” she exclaimed.

“Don’t be such a baby,” he said as he moved his body over hers and kissed her neck.

As he lowered his torso over hers, she could feel his erection. He sucked on her neck and despite her dismay that he was creating another hickie, she felt herself getting aroused. “Gus, not this way,” she pleaded as he lifted his hips and with one hand, directed his cock into her pussy.