Grounded

fucked her hard. Holding her by the thighs, his fingers sank into the soft flesh and he pumped into her, pounding her ruthlessly until she came again. Then he came, as well.
    Afterward, she showered and he called the concierge service. Her dress was in shreds, so he bought her another and had it delivered to his room. When she’d dressed, he kissed her lightly, escorted her to the lobby and told his driver to take her wherever she wanted to go. Dion watched as the car pulled away from the curb, and then he went back to his room and showered and changed.
    Looking at his watch he discovered it was still early, barely two in the morning. The night was young and he had energy to spare. He could spend days here gambling and fucking, but he couldn’t get Patty out of his head, and worse, now he felt badly about having just had sex with whatever her name was. And the worst part? He didn’t know if he felt badly about using the woman the way he had, or if the uncomfortable feeling he now felt had more to do with Patty.
    And what the hell was that? Why should he worry about what Patty would think if she knew? What the hel l wa s that? Why should he care? Why should it even cross his mind?
This wasn’t right, not at all. One little human he’d only met briefly on two occasions and then had hired on their third meeting was now twisting his guts. He didn’t understand any of it.
    After several thousand years of life and several thousand years of debauchery, in his own world and in this one, he had never felt an attachment to any woman, goddess or human. That was why he had become convinced his mother had something to do with it.
    There was nothing his mother would like more than to see him "settled down with a house full of grandbabies," as she so often reminded him.
    Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and thought about all the implications on the ride to another club, and he still felt like his mother had her claws in it. Even though he didn’t have proof that his mother was meddling in his life, he knew her too well. She might be able to manipulate Ira, but he was a different man. A grown-ass man made his own way in life, his own decisions about life, and he did not bend to his mother’s underhanded, conniving ways of trying to set him up for marriage and children.
    The fact that he couldn’t get Patty out of his mind didn’t bother him at all, he told himself. There were plenty of women out there and if he had to fuck every one of them to erase her from his thoughts, he would.
    ~ * ~
    Following Monaco, Dion spent three more days and nights drinking, gambling and fucking. He swept through Cannes, and from there he went to Venice, and then to the Orient. Ignoring calls from Ms. Reed, he continued on his little trip into the depths of debauchery with glee. He’d done much the same back in the old days. Greece, Italy,
    Egypt… the world had truly been a playground that Dion had treated as if it was his alone. Dining on the best food in the world, drinking the best liquor in the world, and fucking the prettiest women in the world, he’d been in his element. Much to his mother and brother’s dismay, of course. And he imagined that by now, they were pretty much disappointed again.
    Day four found him in Spain, in the company of a gorgeous, dark-eyed diva by the name of Sophia.
    Taking his latest paramour by the hand, he pulled her to him, crushing her large, lush breasts against his chest. Inhaling deeply, he lost himself in the fragrance of her hair, in her sweet scent that intoxicated him more than the wine he’d drunk earlier.
    They were in a pool of water at the bottom of a waterfall. Dion had paid an exorb itant amount of money to insure their absolute privacy, but he had more money than any one person could ever spend in three lifetimes and he had a strong feeling the lovely Sophia would be worth the added expense. As if to prove his point, Sophia dove beneath the water and took his cock into her mouth and he smiled, wondering how long she could hold her breath. However, he didn’t get to find out.
    "Damn it, boy," his mother said, obviously furious. "What do you think you’re doing?"
    Sitting in her private chamber, naked as the day he was born and just as wet, Dion ground his teeth together. If she hadn’t been his mother, he might have forgotten she was a woman, too, and decked her ass.
    "What do I thin k I’ m doing? What the hell do you thin k you’r e doing? And who the hell do you think yo u ar