by Jamie Knight
That's why I want to start my own business. I took the first step towards making that possible tonight. I have to keep reminding myself that that is the only reason why I am here.
I can hear Andrew snoring softly behind me. His arm is still wrapped around me. I allow myself to enjoy that for a few seconds. The physical moments that we share are absolutely incredible.
I can't wait to call Tammy and tell her all about it. Everything happened exactly as I imagined it. Andrew certainly knows how to make a moment special. If I was any other type of woman, I could get used to being treated like this on a daily basis.
That makes me think of Marsha and her husband, but still, I remind myself, not everything turns out to be a fairy tale. I force all thought of marriage and relationships out of my mind.
Instead, I decide to think about all the things I can do around the shop with my money. I might do a little remodeling, maybe invest in some different varieties of flowers. Investing gives me another idea. Maybe I should put some of my money in the stock market. A lot of people have made good money that way.
I wonder if I should ask Andrew about it but then I decide not to. I don't want to have any unnecessary ties to him. A clean break is the best thing. I'm sure he's going to feel the same way. He seems like a player, after all.
The stock market does seem like a good idea, I decide. Besides, I can find out anything I need to know on the Internet. I yawn softly and snuggle into my pillow.
After I fall asleep again, I dream of myself being happy in my own shop.
It’s a big success.
I also dream that Andrew keeps stopping by to check on me.
He swoops me up in his big, strong, tattooed arms and gives me a kiss, saying he’ll take me to lunch for a job well done, and then he’ll fuck me silly again to reward me.
Then my dream repeats, as if on a loop, with him doing the same thing every day, except every day gets better and better, precisely because it’s the same as the last, and that’s just the way I like it.
Hey, what can I say?
A girl can’t help what she dreams about.
Chapter 12 - Andrew
I wake up earlier than usual and then I glance at my phone. It’s even earlier in the morning than I’d thought. In fact, it’s still dark out.
Sheila is still asleep next to me. That was my first time having gentle sex. I felt like it needed to be done that way because it was her first time having sex at all and I wanted it to be special.
I did go harder, faster and rougher as she’d started requesting it, but I surprised myself but how much I enjoyed slow, gentle lovemaking.
This girl is really doing something to me.
Not just to my cock but to my brain.
Maybe even to my heart.
I get up to use the bathroom and stretch. Sheila is still asleep when I get back. Although the sex with her was incredible, I find myself wanting something more.
Usually I have all kinds of kinky fun. But with Sheila, I just want to feel close to her.
Then again, I also want to have kinky fun with her.
I watch Shelia sleep for a few more minutes, then I decide to go for it. I can just pay her more if I need to.
I tie her to the bed while she sleeps. She's so tired she doesn't even wake up. I must have worn her out really well last night. I enjoy looking at her body, tied up and ready for me.
I smile, proud of myself, and then lay next to her and sleep some more. I wake up before she does, a couple of hours later. The sun is just starting to brighten up the sky.
I stretch and sit at the edge of the bed to wait for her to wake up. Eventually she does. She looks a little surprised when she can't move. Then she looks around the room for me.
"Good morning," I say, smiling at her once our eyes finally meet.
For some reason, I’m anxious. I hope I'm not scaring her by doing this.
"Oh. Wow. Good morning," she replies, smiling back at me.
She wiggles a little in the cuffs but seems pretty happy there.
I can tell that she’s ready to go again. I’m glad she likes what I had in mind. This time I don't tease her. I want to show her some of the things that I like.
We both moan as I spank her. She seems to enjoy how rough I’m being with her. That turns me on even more. She lets me dominate her, taking her curvy ass cheeks in my hands and squeezing and spanking them.
Her ass is sticking up high for me and I have fun spreading it – and her pussy – open wide so that I can see it up close and personal. I spank it, shake it, squeeze it and bounce it.
“I love your plump ass so much,” I tell her.
She moans and I start playing with her pussy. Her juices are dripping out of her, running down her thighs.
I just can’t take it anymore. It’s time to have my way with her again.
“I’m not going to be so gentle this time,” I warn her.
“Good,” she says.
My cock feels so good as it slides into her pussy. Just putting the tip of it on her warm, wet opening feels so good. Then, as I stretch open her pussy hole wider and wider and go further and further in, my cock throbs with delight.
“Fuck yeah,” I tell her, once I’m all the way in. “You come off as so innocent and pure, but you’re really such a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she calls out, as I spank her ass. “Yes, Sir, I am! I’m your bad girl.”
Red welts appear on her ass as I smack it harder while ramming my cock into her pussy. She cries out in pain but when I stop she says, “Please, Sir, keep going!”
So I thrust in harder, pinning her body up to the headboard with my cock. She can’t get away from me now, even if she wanted to. Not only is she tied up but my cock has also got her good. Her wet insides warm my dick as I pound her pussy while squeezing her ass cheeks.
“Mmmm,” she moans, “I’m gonna cum.”
“I’m gonna cum, too,” I tell her. “In you.”
I love filling her up with my cum, holding onto her hips and ass while shooting it out into her. She’s moaning as she rides my dick, her pussy walls squeezing it tight and her pussy lips sucking me dry.
Finally, I collapse next to her on the bed, but not before admiring the huge load of cum I put into her pussy. I love claiming her as mine. I wish we could go all night. But I'm exhausted again.
"That was incredible," I say.
She smiles beside me. I untie and uncuff her from the bed. She stretches and gets up, and then she disappears into the bathroom. I'm so happy as I lay there all stretched out on the bed. I can't remember ever feeling like this.
I want to take her out to lunch. Or maybe we should order room service. I'm not ready to be away from her yet.
I should probably ask her which option she would prefer, though. She emerges from the bathroom looking clean. She starts to pick her clothes up off the floor.
"Where would you like to have lunch?" I ask.
She stops and looks at me.
"Oh, I need to get back to the shop and straighten up," she replies.
I watch as she starts getting dressed. I'm a little shocked by her response to me. I must have been way off, because I’d thought we were in sync.
That’ll teach me to fucking assume, I think.
"Oh, well, should I call you and we can get together later?" I ask, as I sit up.
After getting dressed, she fixes her hair and make-up in the bathroom. She comes back out and sits on the edge of the bed. Then she stares at the floor. I don't like the silence between us. I reach out and hold her hand.
"You know I'm falling hard for you and I want to see you again," I say softly.
I instantly realize that was the wrong thing to say. And I don’t even know why I said it – it isn’t even like me.
I can see her wince at my words. She gently pulls her hand away from me and turns to look at me. She takes a breath before speaking.
"I'm sorry
, but I'm not into relationships or commitment," she replies softly.
There is an awkward silence between us. I try to break it with a joke.
"Wow, that’s usually my line," I tell her, with a chuckle.
She doesn't laugh.
I sit up and try to think of anything I can say to keep her. I don't want to lose her. I try to talk about her business.
"I can give you all the money you need for your floral shop. If you let me help, we can turn it into something incredible together. We can even offer online ordering so you can reach a larger area?" I ask.
I'm practically begging her to stay with me. And I’m fucking kicking myself because I know it isn’t going to work. Of all the women in the world to fall for, why did I have to choose the one who was a commitment-phobe, just like me?
I guess there isn’t much choice involved. It just happened. And I guess this my karma for all the times it’s been reversed in the past.
She smiles at me.
"That's very sweet of you to offer, but I can't accept that. For reasons I have already explained, I can't be involved with you or have you as part of my business," she repeats softly.
I’m almost in admiration of her professional demeanor. She says it like a boss. In a different context, it would turn me on, and I’d want to fuck her all over again. And yet, this is the context that it’s in, and it saddens me, so I can’t be that into it.
She gets up and slips on her heels. I can see her looking around the room, as if to see if she forgot anything. I slip on my boxer briefs and sit on the edge of the bed.
Before long, she grabs her purse and stands in front of me. I close my eyes as she kisses me one last time. I've never felt so much passion and sadness in one kiss.
She pulls away but I keep my eyes closed. I don't want to see her leave. I’m afraid I might keep talking, and I already feel like an idiot for saying too much. For begging her, practically.
A few minutes later, I open them.
Without her, the room is silent and empty. The door didn't even make a sound when she left. I fall back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.
I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. I have never had a woman turn me down before. This is definitely my karma for all the times I have walked out on women. I sit up and decide to take a shower.
I do have the room to myself for the day, after all. I shower and shave and sit by the window for a little while. Once I'm clean, it’s time to remind myself who I am. I don't give up and I like a challenge. My next challenge is to win her back. I won't rest until I have her heart and she is mine forever.
I check out of the hotel and take the limo back to the office. At least I can be a few streets closer to her while I work. As I sit in my office, I decide that my plan to get her back should pertain to her business in some way. That is the thing that she cares about the most. I research different ways that I can help her expand her business.
I decide to write up a business plan and proposal. Hopefully she will appreciate the professionalism of that. Deep down, I know it’s just a way to see her again, and it’s yet another thing that isn’t like me at all – I’m usually the one turning down requests for follow-up dates – but I can’t help it.
Something has come over me, and that something is determined to see Sheila again.
Chapter 13 - Sheila
A week later, I'm talking on the phone with Tammy. I need her advice about what I should do. No matter how much I try, I can't stop thinking about Andrew.
"Then you need to call him and talk to him,” Tammy says.
I listen as she keeps talking.
"He likes you and you obviously have some feelings for him. It was pretty adventurous of you to do the auction; I’m still impressed. Now, keep that feeling of fun and empowerment and sexiness going and see him again," she encourages me.
I'm rearranging the flowers in my shop as we talk, trying to pay special attention to the roses, which have been a bit wilted lately in the supply that’s come in. I do my best to hide them behind foliage and other flowers as I put them into bouquets.
Often, my bouquets sit out for a long time before anyone buys them. And when they don’t, I have to offer them at deep discount or throw them away. I start to think about how Andrew said he could help me set up an online store so that I could get orders from neighboring towns. Maybe then, my pretty bouquets wouldn’t go to waste.
Stop thinking about that, I tell myself.
"You know I can't do that," I reply to Tammy.
But she just ignores my comment and keeps talking.
"Honestly, I'm a little jealous. Now I want to take part in one of those auctions myself. I probably will. I heard that they are thinking of starting one of those auction houses here, like the main one in San Fran," she gossips. “I think the auction company there is called Love in San Fran, so wouldn’t it be funny if the one here was called Love in Bloom? Just like your store?”
My breath catches. I start to wonder if I can make extra money hosting more auctions here.
"How did you hear about this?" I ask.
I'm briefly sidetracked from my thoughts of Andrew by her gossip.
"I have my ways, and people love to gossip," she replies. "So, when are you going to see Andrew again?" she asks, changing the subject back.
I sigh in response.
"I already told you I'm too busy with my business. I want to make this a success on my own. Without a man's help," I explain again.
I think I'm trying to convince the both of us. Except that there’s no way I’d be able to convince Tammy. And I’m no longer able to do a very good job of convincing myself, either.
"Well, considering how a man got you to participate in the auction and gave you the money to start the business, I would say he's responsible for everything already," Tammy responds.
I slam the spray bottle that I was using to water the flowers down on the counter in anger.
"What are you saying?" I demand angrily.
"All I'm saying is that you shouldn't be so quick to push away help from a man," Tammy replies.
"How dare you. You know why my independence is so important to me!"
I try to control my shouting, but I fail pretty miserably. Thankfully there are no customers.
"Calm down, stop getting so worked up," Tammy says, as if she’s my mother.
But at certain points of our friendship she has given me valuable advice and I appreciate her perspective so I try to listen to her. Plus, I’m the one who called her for advice. Plus, she does have a point; I’m just not really ready to accept it.
"Of course I know what you've been through. I just want you to open your heart and take a chance on love. I want you to be happy,” she continues.
I sigh softly and go back to wrestling with the stems of my flowers, to fit them into the perfect pattern for the bouquet I’m making.
"I am happy with my business," I reply.
"I know. I just don't want you to be so alone all the time," Tammy says, sympathetically.
I know she's just trying to show her concern for me.
"If I was another person, maybe I would consider talking to him," I admit.
She laughs at my response, and I know she’s about to tell me that I’m not another perosn. I’m regular old me.
But just then, I get another phone call. I groan in disgust as I see a Silicon Valley phone number.
"What's wrong?" Tammy asks, when she hears my groan.
"Remember that creepy guy from the auction that wanted to buy me?" I ask.
"You mean that one that was bidding against Andrew?" she asks.
"Yeah, he keeps calling and leaving messages on my phone. He wants me to be in another auction. I already told him no, but he won't stop calling," I reply.
I stand at the register and stare out the window again. I'm either bored or frustrated – I can’t even tell which. My mood has been so down in the dumps lately, and I know
it’s from avoiding Andrew when I’d really like to see him.
"I'm sorry. That guy sounds so creepy. You need to protect yourself from him. Listen, I have to go. Business calls! I’ll talk to you later. Don't forget to call Andrew!" Tammy says, as she hangs up.
I don’t blame her for running off on me. Tammy is setting up her own business and is nice enough to take time out of her busy day to talk to me, even when I get mad at her for the advice she gives.
I put my phone down by the register and try not think about Andrew. That guy calls again, so I put my ringer on silent. I focus on what Tammy said about him being creepy. All he's doing is calling, though, so I don't think I need protection from him, or at least not yet.
Next thing I know, I'm remembering Andrew, as usual. The way he had me tied up to the bed. The way my whole body felt when he spanked me.
I quickly put the closed sign on the front door and I run into the bathroom. Before I know it, I'm locked in one of the stalls with my fingers inside of myself. I’m imagining that Andrew and I are back in the hotel room.
We are picking up where we left off. I'm tied to the bed again, face down on my stomach. He spanks me again and again. I cry out louder each time.
Finally, he gives me what I have been asking for. He takes my anal virginity. I want him to have every part of me.
I try to make my hand move faster as I pleasure myself but it’s just not the same as him. I try to imagine what it would feel like having him inside of me there.
The idea alone is so hot so I'm sure I would love it. I get the feeling that he would too. The image of him cumming in my ass is too much to resist.
In real life, I cum quickly, all over my hand. As amazing as the fantasy was, now it’s over and I feel empty inside.
The feeling is just not the same as actually being with him. I wash my hands, then try to push those thoughts and desires out of my head again. There is no way I can possibly have any feelings for Andrew.
"Focus on the business," I keep telling myself.
I wonder what would happen if I did decide to call him?
Would it be something casual?