FATEFUL ENCOUNTERS- CHAPTERS 12-13

12

The sound of her home phone ringing almost made Lisa drop the glass she clutched in her hand.  Finally!  She launched herself across the couch and thus prevented her mother, who was sitting closer to the phone, from answering.

“Well, it’s about time. I thought you forgot about me.”

“Hi Lis, I am glad to talk to you, too.”

Wrong Jackson.  Damn it.  Lisa turned away from her mother who looked like she was attempting to raise an eyebrow in questioning manner.

“Hi, Janet. Sorry, I thought it was someone else.”

“I hope that someone is not my brother- as that would mean he has not called you again since…”

“Oh, since you lent out the key I trusted you with?”

Lisa got up from the couch and left the room.  She turned slightly and looked at her mother who had picked up a magazine from the coffee table, trying to pretend she was not listening to her daughter’s conversation.  Lisa was still unsure as to the purpose of her mother’s visit.  Which, by the way was highly inopportune since she was still waiting for Michael to fill her in on details of their date tonight.  That was, if the date was still on…  She knew she probably should not have snapped at Janet, but her nerves were shot.

“Look, I am sorry, he sounded like he really wanted to see you, and I thought that maybe a visit from him was just what you needed.  I hope you two didn’t fight all night.”

“No, not exactly...”  A smile appeared on her face, remembering details of Michael’s visit.

“Ah, ok, then, I don’t need to hear anything else.  And…you are welcome.”

“Look, I can’t talk right now, I have company.  But if you happen to talk to the person in question, please have him give me a call.  We have to discuss details of an upcoming …ah...arrangement.”

“Is you mother over?”

“Exactly.”

“Ok, just call me back when she leaves.  And don’t worry, the key has been returned to me by messenger today.”

“Oh, I see.  So you haven’t talked to him?”

“No, but I will see what I can find out. You two really need to get your shit straight.”

“Thank you for the advice.  And please keep me posted.” She tried to keep her tone formal to keep her mother from sniffing blood.

Lisa clicked the phone off, and tried to steady her hand, taking a deep breath.  Why had he not called?  He knew how she hated to be left hanging like that.  Or maybe, that was what was going on- he showed her that he could do whatever he wanted now that they were no longer married.  Which was ridiculous, because as she saw it, he had always done exactly what he wanted.  But before she had leverage, could threaten to leave him. Now what?  Now the only thing she had was this strange relationship based on her crazy addiction to him.  He had told her he loved her, but what did that really mean? He had told her that before and then not batted an eye when she filed for divorce.

She wished she could just tell herself that she did not care.  She wanted to be strong enough to threaten him and give him the ultimatum of either divorcing Debbie and remarrying her, or risk losing her for good.  But what if he decided she was not worth it?  What if left her with the choice to either live in limbo like now, or break it off?  Could she really go through with it?

Lisa ensured her face was a calm mask as she turned and walked back into her den where her mother continued her attempt to appear disinterested.  Priscilla did not even look up from the obviously very captivating Forbes magazine when she addressed her daughter.

“So, I take it, you are still in touch with Janet Jackson on a regular basis?”

Lisa sat back down, ready to enter the ring. Fightclub Presley style.  First rule of fightclub: Pretend there is no fightclub. Which saved you from having to not speak about it.

“Since you just saw her at my party the other day, I think you know the answer.”

“You certainly seemed very eager to answer that phone. But then I detected what seemed like disappointment when you heard it was her. Whose call were you waiting for? And what was that about a key?”

“I was not waiting for anyone’s call.” Lisa picked her glass up and took a sip.  She was neither in the mood for her mother’s questions nor her games.  Consequently, she ignored the comment about the key. 

“Which explains why you just about leaped across the couch to get to the phone.”

Priscilla finally lowered the magazine and looked at Lisa, trying to scrutinize her every gesture. 

“Whatever.  Was there anything in particular you wanted today, mother?”

“You don’t have to be rude. I am just making conversation.”

“Sure you are. Look, if there is nothing pressing you want, I have plans and need to get ready.”

“Where are you going?”

“Mother, seriously, what is going on with you?  You have caught on to the fact that I am thirty years old, right?”

“Well, maybe I would have an easier time remembering that you are an adult if you did not repeat the same mistake over and over.”

This was starting to sound very familiar.  Somehow Priscilla had indeed smelled blood.  Lisa just wished she knew why her mother still kept tabs on her.  It is not like she was shining example of good life choices, so why did she insist on constantly badgering her about her decisions?

“And what mistake would that be?  Does the mistake have a name?  Can you cut the crap and tell me what you want?”

“Lisa-Marie! I do not care how old you are, you do not talk to me in this manner.”

“Then be honest and tell me what you are talking about.”

“I am talking about the fact that you and Janet’s brother seem to have a relationship again.”

“Can you be more specific? She has more than one brother, you know.”

Priscilla’s lips thinned despite the Botox cushion.

“Lisa, he is married, and you have been divorced for almost two years now.  I thought you had finally moved on.”

“And I thought I made it clear that I live my life how I see it fit?”

“He is only using you, Lisa.  He has used you before, and he is doing it again.  Why won’t you ever learn?  Don’t you think it is strange that he is cozying up to you now?”

“Now, that what?  Now that you could not prevent me from stepping into the business any longer?”

“I never intended to keep your inheritance from you.  I only wanted to protect what is yours.  How can you be sure he wants you and not your father’s work? He did not seem all that interested in you when you did not have the power to sell the rights to Elvis’ music. At least not interested enough to wait until you were ready to have children before he went out and bought one.”

Lisa was no longer able to contain her anger.  She rose from the couch.

“You can leave now, mother.  Your trip over here was basically wasted. Michael and I are friends, that’s all.  And don’t worry, I am not selling off Daddy’s music.  I cannot even believe you are bringing that shit up again.”

Priscilla also straightened, refusing to have her daughter tower above her.

“Well, Michael’s wife seems to think you are more than just friends. It seems she is convinced he visited you at your house one night and stayed very late. What were you doing? Playing scrabble?”

“You talked to Debbie?  Fine, mother, if you want to believe that white thrash over me, then that is your business, but if you are interested in being a part of my life you will back off and leave me the hell alone.”

Priscilla smartly held her tongue and did not pressure her daughter any further.  She knew she had been successful in nurturing a seed that had been planted a long time ago. She also knew that patience was the key to see the fruits of Lisa’s insecurities and suspicions ripen.

After some more small talk about the children and some business matters, Lisa watched her mother leave her house.  No, she would not listen to her again.  Michael loved her, he was not using her. He loved her for the person she was, not for whose daughter she happened to be. 

Lisa was about to head upstairs when the security guard buzzed her, informing her that a flower delivery and a messenger with an important letter had arrived.  Five minutes later, Lisa was presented with a huge bouquet of long stemmed red roses, and a card, containing some very specific instruction.  She smiled: He was such a control freak.  Among other things, he told her to be ready to be picked up by helicopter.  Checking her watch, she cursed, realizing she had less than an hour to get ready and rushed upstairs to make sure she followed his orders to the letter.

13

Michael checked his watch for what must have been the hundredth time.  He should not be surprised to see she was late. He had arrived at the private airfield late as well in an attempt to compensate for the difference between actual time and Lisa-time.  He had flown into LA this morning to make sure everything was ready for the night at his condo.  He had been unable to fall asleep and had finally given up and worked on some songs he had been trying to finalize. 

After he had arrived at his condo, he planned to lie down for a minute to relax before heading out to the airfield to pick up Lisa.  He suspected she had been surprised to receive his little message, but he had no doubt she would do her best to comply with his requests. He felt himself harden, thinking about the plans he had for them.  At times, he was still surprised what thoughts of being with her could do to his body.  He had long ago stopped fighting this crazy need to have her surrender to him, this urge to prove to her that no one else would ever measure up.  She always accused him of having to be in control, when really, she was just as bossy and possibly even more willful.  However, there were certain times when she did not seem to mind his assertiveness. Outside the bedroom, their power struggles were more pronounced and tended to end in much less satisfactory ways. 

It still stung how she had ended their marriage.  She might not see it the same way, but she was the one who had left, the one who would not stick around and battle through the tough times.  She had promised to give him a family, and then had basically given her permission to use Debbie as a surrogate.  Only, when had taken her up on her dare, she turned around and left, pretending she was over him and done with their relationship.  If she had thought he would fall apart and give up on his dream, she was sadly mistaken. And still, knowing all this, knowing how they had crashed and burned, he could not resist the pull back to her, could not ignore how good they were together.  He just had the hardest time trying and figure out if their relationship could survive outside the bedroom as well.  But for today, he did not have to worry about it.  She seemed very happy when he promised to take her out in public.  And later…well, later was all about their sexual connection.

Michael had not even noticed he had fallen asleep, but he remembered dreaming of Lisa and him in Paris.  They had just entered their room after walking through the streets hand in hand.  He had closed the door and was leaning against it.  She looked out the window in amazement at the sea of people below, chanting his name.  Slowly she turned and walked toward him until she was standing so close he could feel her body heat, smell her sweet perfume.  She raised herself on her tiptoes, still barely able to reach his lips despite her heels.  Her lips met his in a very soft, gently contact.  He kept his eyes open, as did she, while he returned her light kisses. 

She whispered to him, between kisses, “Hear that, baby? Hear them call your name? They want you, but you are all … mine.”

With the last word, her hands found the button on his jeans, which she undid with great mastery before sliding the sipper down, freeing his straining erection.  His eyes widened, as he felt her hand caressing his steel, holding it with a firm grasp.

“And you, Michael, what do you want?”

He cleared his throat. “I need to go out on the balcony and wave, but before that…”

“Yes?”

“Before I do that, I want you to get down on your knees and open your mouth.”

“Yes, sir.” With that she sank to her knees and he almost forgot his fans below. 

The phone rang and he sat up on the bed with a start.  It was the driver informing him that the SUV was ready to take him to the airfield.  He had barely enough time to quickly jump into the shower, which helped to tame the raging hard on he had awakened with.  He just grabbed the nearest clothes he could find.  He was impatient now to see her again, and did not feel like investing time in carefully picking out matching attire. One of the nice things that came with his fame was that he really did not have to worry about how he dressed.  Plus, had Lisa not just made fun of his mismatched clothes?  Well, she would have a field day with his blue shirt and green pants.  Before he left his condo, his eyes fell on a black silk mask that was lying on the dresser.  He had not had time to shave today, so this little extra would add a nice touch.

Finally, the helicopter landed, and he saw her emerge.  As usual, she took his breath away.  She carried her long black coat over her arm, and when the pilot guided her toward the SUV, he caught glimpses of the gold choker he had bought her a while back.  Her hair was worn loosely on her head, and strands had come lose when running away from the chopper.  His driver was waiting for her, holding the door opposite him open, while the pilot put her bag into the trunk of the large car.

She entered the car and the door closed behind her.  Michael did not grant her a moment to adjust to the dark interior.  He had waited long enough. His hand reached out and greedily grabbed the back of her head.  He pulled her toward him, his hungry lips closing in over her.  Her mouth had opened in surprise and he used the advantage to plunder her with his tongue. After the first surprise, Lisa melted into him and her hot tongue eagerly met his. She had been slightly cold, running from the helicopter through the cool February air.  Now, however, her internal thermometer rose with each second she tasted his sweetness, smelled his unique fragrance, felt his hot mouth taking hers with insatiable passion.  She felt her nipples tighten as the electric current sparked by the velvet touch of his tongue caused her belly to flutter and her pussy to become wet and swollen with instant arousal.  The need for air finally ended the kiss. They broke away, but their heads remained close, their breaths fast.

Lisa opened her eyes slowly, her red, glistening lips smiling, her voice husky.

“Hi, Mike, I am glad to see you, too.  By the way, you are stubbly- did you forget to shave?”

“I was too busy dreaming of you giving me a blowjob.  Remember that hotel in Paris?’

She laughed.

“How can I forget?  You looked like such a mess when you went out on the balcony to wave to your fans.  You know they knew what was going on…”

“I was just enjoying my wife’s mouth, what is wrong with that?”

“I remember you left me lying on that bed, half naked, on the edge of cuming to go outside to wave…that was so mean, by the way.”

“I seem to remember I took care of you.”

She faked a pout.

“Yeah, your fans always come first.”

“So, what?  You came like five times soon afterwards. As a matter of fact, I think you begged me to stop…”

She hit him playfully. He giggled, catching her hand.

“Ouch! Stop hitting me! By the way, you are late.  I don’t like waiting.”

He touched her hair and tucked a lose strand behind her ear.  He looked at her flushed cheeks and could not help but wonder if the pink hue was caused by the temperature or the kiss. 

The driver had started to pull off, heading toward Beverly Hills.  Michael reached out and pulled the curtain separating the front of the vehicle from the back shut.  The driver already had instructions to listen to music and ignore activities in the back.  Luckily, all his staff was used to their boss’ apparent need to “exercise” when Miss Presley was around, and even though their little sideway glances still managed to make him blush, he was not too worried about their presence.

Lisa cocked her head to one side.

“Um…what?  You- the person who is responsible for another time zone on Earth called Jackson Standard Time, complain about other people being late?”

“Well, I was here, waiting.  I told you to be on time. You continue to be such a bad, bad girl.”

The timbre of his voice raised her temperature further, and her skin started to show a slight flushed hue.  Was it getting warm in the car?

Michael had turned toward her, and one hand was now touching her knee, his fingers lightly circling the kneecap.  His eyes had descended as he scanned her black dress. His other hand reached out and he touched her cheek, holding it in the palm of his hand, before gently tracing her jaw line with his index finger.  Her skin was warm and silky smooth.  Lisa swallowed hard, his soft touch sending shivers through her.  Michael’s finger now was gently stroking her neck, running it along the line of her choker before descending toward her collar bone, which he traced.  His other hand was not idle, either, as his fingers had made their way from her knee to the soft inside of her thigh. 

“Michael, what are you doing?” Her voice was a whisper.  She was a bit surprised by his actions, given they were in the car. But then again, maybe she should not be… For someone as private as Michael was, he tended to have a penchant for making out in semi-public places.

Michael smiled, his eyes following his hand slowly tracing the neckline.  His other hand now slowly moved up her inner thigh, pushing the hem of the dress up her leg ever so slowly.

“Me?  Nothing.  I’m just checking if you managed to follow my other instructions.” The only signs that his activities were having an effect on him were the glimmer in his eyes and a slow drop in the tone of his voice.  Well, and the growing erection starting to press against his pants, but he had no intention to let her in on that “little” secret yet.

He had noticed her legs were sheathed in black silk, but he needed to find out more.  His finger continued to climb toward the apex of her thigh. He felt her shivers, heard her take in a little breath when he encountered heated skin.  His eye brow rose and his eyes found hers. 

“Good girl, Princess.”

Lisa Marie fought the scorching heat she experienced at his touch.  Of course she had worn the stocking and the garters he had outlined in his instructions.  While she might want to be in charge in some matters, she had no problem letting Michael be dominant in their sex life- especially since the pay off was so powerful and rewarding.

The hand that had seconds before lingered at her dress and which she had hoped would find its way inside, instead came to rest on her other thigh.  His touch increased in firmness as both hands slid up her legs further, now dangerously close to her center, which ached to be touched.  Lisa opened her legs automatically, granting him easier access. If she had at any time considered stopping him for fears that the driver might hear, those considerations had evaporated when her arousal increased proportionally to his hands’ closeness to her thong line.  Her sensitive center was now so swollen that contact with the lacy fabric of her thong, which he had also instructed her to wear, was torture.  She felt the tip of Michael’s index fingers touch the outside of the now soaking wet material, tracing it from her hip bone  in a “V” shape to where she craved his touch with ever increasing intensity.  She swayed toward him slightly when the car hit a bump, and his fingers accidentally bumped her over- sensitive clitoris which was begging for attention. She let out a sigh and tensed, feeling at the edge of a climax already.

Michael withdrew his hands. 

Her eyes flew open- she had not even been aware that they had been closed. She found him gazing at her, studying her reaction.  His mouth formed a sly smile.  She was torn between slapping him and begging for more.  She decided begging might be more helpful.

“Please. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t be greedy.”

She reached out and pulled him toward her with both hands, totally ignoring his words.  He accepted her kiss, and let her tongue play with his for a minute. He felt her hands rubbing up his legs, finding his erection that strained to break free of its encroaching prison.  He moaned, then caught her hands and put them behind her, securing them with one hand on her back.  She squirmed and tried to break free for a second, but he increased the fervor in his efforts until he had kissed her into submission, rendering her breath,- and helpless with need for him.

He removed his mouth and looked at her.  She was so beautiful: her eyes were closed, her skin pink, her chest heaving, her tongue moistened her lips. She bit her lower lip, trying to regain control.

Michael gave her a short second, then resumed his investigation about her dress compliance.  He moved the top of her dress to the side, pushing it down her shoulders, and slid his hand inside the smooth material.  Her eyes found his, and she saw he approved.  He had told her to wear a black lacy bra which matched her garters, stockings and thong, and which had a gold and diamond clasp in the front.

“Satisfied?”

“We’ll see.”

He opened the front clasp of her bra and black lace parted, revealing her tan breasts.  Her rosy nipples immediately distended, tightening from exposure to the air and from anticipation of his caress.  Of course, he was more than happy to comply.  His mouth descended on her right breast; his tongue laving at the sensitive bud, making her squirm again as she moaned.

“Will you hold still?” He hissed playfully before his mouth closed on her, sucking her nipple into its heat.  A small cry escaped Lisa’s mouth, but she did not move. Her head fell back as he suckled and intermittently gently bit her, spreading even more pleasure through her.

He removed his mouth and he looked up at her.

‘I am going to let go of your hands, but I want you to keep them behind you.”

She nooded, her eyes closed.

‘Lisa, look at me.”

She did, her stare glazed over with passion.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Michael.”

He smiled and let go of her hands.

She kept them behind her as instructed, braced on the seat, which gave him excellent access to her breasts.  As he looked at her, he touched himself and opened his fly, his erection spilling out.  Her eyes widened and she licked her lips unconsciously.

“See what you do to me, Princess?  This is all for you.  But not yet.  Right now, I just want you to sit here and not move.”

Lisa nodded again.  He had to know how difficult it was for her to refrain from reaching out and touching him.

Michael’s hand found his penis and he gave it a series of strokes, causing precum to glisten on his tip.  He knew she ached to touch him, but at this point, he knew it would be easier to measure his reaction if he was in total control. The evening had only started, after all.

Their eyes never lost contact.  He bent forward once again and licked her left nipple before sucking on it, driving her crazy.  The gently tugs and little bites sent current like shocks through her.  She trembled with the need to move, but held still.  He sucked her nipple into his mouth, before easing up and letting his tongue surround the peak.  As his mouth tortured her breast, his hand once again made the journey up her leg.  His finger pushed aside her soaked thong, and he entered her swollen, dripping wet vagina with one swift movement.  Her hot walls clenched around his long finger and he started to move it inside her, alternating a circular motion with sliding it in and out of her opening.

Lisa was starting to feel dizzy and was unable to form a coherent thought.  The sensation of his mouth on her breast and his finger moving inside her, were almost too much to bear.  She stared at his lap. He continued to stroke his erection, and her mouth watered hoping he would finally allow her to bring him relief. She felt the familiar heat and fluttering spread from her uterus, as she prepared herself for the explosion.

The car stopped and Michael withdrew his finger as he raised his head from her breast.

“We’re here.”

Lisa just stared at him in confusion. The air felt cold on her wet nipple.  Her love canal contracted, missing his touch. She cleared her throat.

“Are you kidding?”

‘No, why would I kid?  We are here.” He placed a cute little kiss on the tip of her nose.

Michael pulled her dress down toward her knees, closed the clasp of her bra and buttoned up the front of her dress.  As she sat there, still trying to make sense of what was happening, he managed to somehow stuff his erection back into his pants.  He winced in pain.

Lisa finally found her voice again.

“Have you lost your mind? What was all that?  I can’t believe you are letting me hang again!”

He raked his hand through his hair, and put on his black fedora.  He reached for his black, puffy jacket, handing her her coat.

“Have you never heard of working up an appetite?”

He winked and smiled at her brightly, obviously very proud of himself. She was too stunned to even remark on the black mask he tightened over his nose and mouth before the door opened and the driver, who did not meet her eyes, helped her to step into the cool air.

Michael came around the car and protectively put his arm around her as he led her into the restaurant. Lisa shook her head, then weakly leaned against him, grateful for the support as her shaky legs and puffiness between her legs made walking slightly difficult.

(to be continued)

 

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