CHAPTER 5: TURNED ON

*SILVAN POV*

The private jet was flying to Zurich, but I couldn't focus on the work on my tablet. I kept looking out the window, thinking about Camille Martin, or rather Camille Bernerd.

I leaned my head back against the leather seat and closed my eyes. I wasn't a fool. I hadn't built my company by trusting pretty faces and convenient coincidences. When I had looked into her resume, it was simply too perfect. I had Reto run a deep background check on her.

It hadn't taken long for Reto to uncover the truth. She was the daughter of Richard Bernerd, the former CEO whose logistics company had collapsed so abruptly three years ago. Richard and I used to be solid business partners before everything went under.

Remembering the softness of her skin against my thumb this morning fills me with desire. I groaned under my breath, adjusting my trousers as my manhood hardened against the fabric.

My phone buzzed; I picked it up and looked at the caller ID: Clara Bennett.

I sighed, sliding my thumb across the screen to answer. “Clara.”

“Silvan, darling,” a smooth, sultry voice purred through the speaker. “I heard you're coming to Zurich. You came to my city and didn't even bother telling me?”

“It’s an emergency Board meeting, Clara,” I answered. “I have no time for social visits.”

“Oh, come on, don't be like that,” Clara said seductively. “You work too hard. Tell me which hotel. I’ll come over, pour you a drink, and take care of that stress. You know I’m good at it.”

I stayed quiet for a moment. I didn't love Clara; I didn't even particularly like her. She was a spoiled, wealthy socialite whose father held major shares in my company, and her father had been trying to push us into a business marriage for a year now.

But right now, my body is tight and throbbing with frustration because it's been a long time since I had sex, and I wasn't the type to sleep around, so we just became sex partners.

“Baby, are you there?" She asked.

“The Dolder Grand," I answered, "Penthouse suite. " Don't make a scene in the lobby.”

"Ok handsome, I'll be there after your meeting.” she giggled before hanging up.

After the board meeting, I was in my penthouse suite. I was shirtless, wearing just my trousers, sitting on the bed and going through my phone.

A soft knock sounded at the door. I walked over and pulled it open. Clara stood in the hallway, looking like a high-fashion temptation; she was wearing heavy makeup, with her blonde hair poured down. A skin-tight, red silk dress. The neckline showed half of her boobs, and a slit on the side that went all the way up to her hip.

She stepped into the room with a smile, the faint rustle of silk making it obvious she wasn't wearing a single piece of underwear underneath. She dropped her designer purse on the entryway table.

"You kept me waiting.” she said, walking to me. Her long painted red nails tracing down the center of my chest.

"I missed you.” She whispered, looking into my eyes. “It's been weeks since we last saw each other. My body has been aching for you.”

The scent of her expensive floral perfume filled the air, and I frowned, I preferred the clean, simple scent of Camille.

“What's wrong baby? you've been quiet since I came." She asked, touching my hair.

“Nothing, it's just stress." I replied.

She smiled, playing with strands of my hair. “That's why I'm here, I'll suck all the stress out." She said, biting her lower lips seductively.

I pulled her closer against me. She gasped when her hips met the hard line of my cock through my trousers.

“God, you're already so hard for me,” she giggled, cupping my jawline.

I leaned down and crushed my lips on hers, the kiss wasn't gentle, I sucked her tongue deeply making her shudder and moan inside my mouth. She etched her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck as she pressed her soft breasts against my firm chest.

I lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her bare legs around my waist. The red dress rode up completely revealing her bare, smooth hips and wet entrance. I threw her on the king size bed.

Clara sprawled across the white sheets, her eyes dark with lust. “Take off your pants, Silvan. Put it in me.”

I dragged her legs towards me, tearing off her dress, she whimpered. “Silvan! I just bought that dress.”

I looked at the shredded dress lying on the floor, before turning my hungry gaze back on her. "You can get another one."

“Yes–yo–you'll buy me one.” she said amidst our kissing.

I pinched her nipples, making her gasp. Then slid down her stomach moving slowly down her thighs stopping at her entrance.

She was neatly shaved, I opened her legs wider exposing her dripping pink cunt.

“Do you see it, they're begging for you to fuck them." She said, taking my hands and sliding a finger in herself.

“Oh heavens!" She moaned loudly, throwing her head backwards.

I smiled, locking eyes with her, slowly removing my finger, before shoving three fingers into her, stretching her wide. She gasped, her head throwing back against the pillows as her back arched high off the mattress. “Ah! Yes, Silvan– right there!”

She was so loose. I was pumping in and out of her with full, ruthless force, using my thumb to rub her clit, while folding two fingers in her. She squirmed under my hand, her long nails digging into the bedsheets as she let out loud, breathless whines.

"Arggh– mhhh.” her moan grew louder while I kept finger fucking her.

"Silvan– please!” she panted, looking at me with desperate eyes. “Eat me out first.

Use…arrghh… use your tongue on my pussy… you know how fast I cum when a man licks it. Why do you never try it? It feels amazing!”

I stopped my hand for a fraction of a second, looking down at her face, completely unbothered. "I don't do that, Clara,”

“Why not?” she whined, her voice laced with frustration. “You have all this power, but you won't even put your mouth on me?”

“Because I don't give that kind of pleasure to any woman," I replied bluntly, resuming the hard thrusts of my fingers inside her. "Not unless I love her. And that is never going to happen.”

Something sharp flickered in her eyes. Pride, hurt, whatever. She covered it fast with a soft smile and reached up to touch my face, placing a hand on my cheek, her voice turning soft and her eyes pleading.

“At least pretend your mind is here with me,” she whispered. “Just look at me and pretend you care. Please?”

I didn’t answer.

"Fine,” she whispered, reaching out to grab my wrists and remove my hand from between her legs. “Then let me make you feel good instead. Let me take care of you.”

She slid down onto her knees, pushing me to the bed so I was lying down and facing her. She unbuttoned my trousers, just enough to let my long, thick cock spring free, heavy and fully erect.

"Goodness me Silvan! You seem to grow bigger everyday.” She said in a very small tone grabbing my throbbing length with her soft hands, stroking it up and down in slow motions before taking the head in her mouth looking at me.

"Nghhh!" I let out a low, rough growl, my hands gripping her hair.

She smirked, licking the tip, and humming softly as she slid herself all the way down to my shaft, taking me deep into her throat. She moved her head back and forth in a fast, wet rhythm, her hand playing with my balls while her lips sucked tightly.

Watching her red lips stretched wide over my cock sends an unwanted thought in my head: Camille on her knees like this, those soft lips stretched around me, those hazel eyes looking up.

The thought made my blood rush and my cock grew even harder in her mouth.

“Umm– ahhh!.” Clara removed her mouth, spit dripping out. “What was that! I almost cho…”

I pushed her head back, raising my hips as I slammed myself inside her. She chocked and tap my thighs to let her go but I fisted her hair in my hand fucking her mouth ruthlessly.

“You like to talk too much." I growled, moving my hips in a rough manner. While she gagged and choked her eyes looked like it would poop out of her head.

"Fu..fuck, this feels so good.” I growled feeling myself getting closer. She opened her mouth wider while holding my thighs for support as she began moving her head to meet my brutal thrust.

“Ah– yeah, just like that!!!” I groaned loudly while images of Camille filled my mind, making me orgasm. But I was still hard.

“mmm!!!" Clara opened her mouth and took all of me making sure to lick all my juices dripping down my cock.

“Enough!" I grunted, pulling Clara up by her hair, while tearing off the condom on the bedside. She gasped, wiping her wet lips with the back of her hand. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, helped me wear the condom and guided the head of my cock to her entrance, and sank down in one smooth stroke.

“Oh Silvan!!" She cried out as I filled her. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I began thrusting up hard. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed loudly. She rode me like she was desperate, her breasts bouncing, and her body shaking as she threw her head back.

“Silvan! Yes! Harder... ruin me!” she cried out, her body tightening hard around my cock as she came. She was shaking violently.

I gritted my teeth, drove into her three more heavy times, and then came deep inside her. I let out a long breath, my chest heaving as the pressure finally left my body.

Clara fell against my chest, panting, her body still shaking violently and covered in sweat. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and whispered, “Tell me you enjoyed that. Tell me I’m good for you.”

I didn't hold her back. I didn't stroke her hair or say anything nice. I just waited until my breathing slowed down, then pushed her off my lap and got out of bed.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wiping my face with a cold towel. The physical release has eased the tension in my body, I had just fucked Clara, but I was still thinking about Camille, which was a strange thing to happen to me.

Clara had always satisfied me, because we shared the same sex fantasies, and she liked it rough and brutal too. But tonight I still felt unsatisfied even after a release.