Chapter 11: Crestwood Villa
The car pulled away from the curb so quickly that Max almost laughed out loud.
Crestwood Villa. Max could count the number of times he had visited this place on one hand. One reason is that Rebecca does not often visit this place. It’s something of a sanctuary for her. A place for her to unwind.
At this place, she isn’t the stuffy or cold woman others see. She becomes sensual and languid. It’s a hidden retreat for her.
Max had only been there twice. This would be the third time. Vik, having driven for Rebecca for several years, has visited more than once or twice. And no matter how many times the man went, he would always leave with a pep in his step.
The villa was carved into a ridge overlooking the city. To get there, you had to pass through a steel gate and drive a mile through dense overgrown bamboo that swallowed the sounds of the city.
The first time Max arrived, he almost believed he was being kidnapped. If not for Rebecca being in the car with him, he might have jumped out.
When the bamboo forest opened up, the villa looked like a house and more like a destination getaway. There was floor-to-ceiling smart glass that mirrored the surrounding forest and a massive infinity pool. There were no neighbours, just wind, the view, and the power of money.
Stepping inside, it looked like it was designed by someone with a lot of time and money. There were no harsh lights. The entire space was bathed in an amber glow. The floors were heated Italian marble, but they were covered in fur rugs that forced you to take your shoes off and sink in.
The furniture was low to the ground. There were velvet chaises and circular beds draped in silk. Everything was designed for reclining. The air smelled like jasmine and something that made your skin feel warm.
As for the staff, Max couldn’t help smiling when he thought about them. They were all young and attractive. Not to mention they signed ironclad NDAs before even thinking about the colour of the villa.
They wore uniforms that weren’t technically uniforms. The men wore low sheer linen pants that hung off their hips, leaving their chests and abs bare. The women wore micro bikinis of strapping leather and silk chiffon that covered the bare minimum, but left nothing to the imagination.
He learned from Vik that Rebecca had a private chef give them specific herbal blends that acted as natural aphrodisiacs, so they were in an almost constant state of arousal. Not frantic, but simmering.
She had rules for how they needed to serve her. A male server would leave lingering touches when handing her items. Female servers would bend over with slow, deliberate movements.
According to her preferences, whenever she went to Crestwood, the staff would indulge her every whim. At times, she would watch as they moved. She would order them to tease each other.
Vik was particularly keen on letting him know about the day she watched the staff put on a full sexual performance. Of course, this was all after his first visit, when he was certain Max couldn’t mention a word of anything he said to anyone else.
Because, like all the staff at Crestwood, Max had also signed an NDA.
Now, heading to Crestwood, Vik was anticipating a night of fun for himself. Rebecca had allowed him his pick of staff whenever he visited.
As they drove, Rebecca sat next to Max; her eyes were half-lidded. She rubbed the back of her neck and let out a soft sigh.
Max reached over and began to massage her neck. She leaned into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips. Her hand slid to his thigh, rubbing along the leg of his trousers and tracing small circles.
She didn’t need Max to guide her. She took what she wanted. She unzipped the trousers and reached in, pulling out Max’s impressive member.
The lust in her eyes as she looked from Max’s face to his shaft told Max everything he needed to know. His hand on the back of her neck stilled and held her in place. His lips met hers, a hungry, passionate kiss that made her lose her breath.
Max had waited. Whether in the lounge or in the car. He had waited for her signal to let him know what to do. Sometimes, she liked to tease, but tonight, from the look in her eyes, he knew exactly what she wanted.
He still smelled the scent of jasmine on her body as he pulled away.
Her eyes were clouded, and she was breathing heavily. She licked her lips and looked down. Her hand moved to roll up the partition, sealing them in a world of their own.
Vik’s eyes met Max’s in the rearview mirror for half a second before the partition went up. The look on the man’s face was the equivalent of a thumbs up.
"Finally," she whispered.
Max raised a brow. "You’ve been thinking about it."
Her hand stroked his shaft, and she let out a low and breathy sound. Max felt her breath on his skin. Her lips ghosted the head of his shaft.
"All night," she said.
Max’s hand rested on the base of her skull. Rebecca reached for it and guided it to the back of her head. She glanced at him before kissing the tip.
His stomach tightened, and he hissed.
This woman was by far Max’s favourite. While he didn’t have relations with all the women, of the few he did, she was definitely his favourite.
Demure and prideful in public, but when it came time for them to get into the bedroom, she was more than willing to try several things.
Max curled his fingers into her hair and pulled her down. Her mouth opened, ready to take in every inch he had to offer.
The wet heat of her mouth caused Max to groan. He didn’t care about Vik in the front seat. He had been waiting all night to see what Rebecca had in store for him.
The moment she mentioned drinking, he knew he was going to get laid; he just didn’t know what she had in mind.
Now, she allowed him to take control; he would ensure he enjoyed himself.
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