by Rhea Wilde
I looked down and watched as his cock neared my entrance. He teased me with just his tip. I bit my bottom lip and exhaled a sharp breath through my nostrils as the anticipation began to burn a fire within me. My entire body began to quake from what was about to happen.
Please…
I wasn’t about to say it. I wasn’t about to beg. But even though I didn’t say anything, I was sure that my body said more than words ever could. Stephen couldn’t fight the feeling any better than I could. He plunged himself into me completely.
Oh, fuck…
A gasp exited my lungs as my eyes shut tight. His cock pushed past my folds and stimulated my insides. I was already soaking wet but with every thrust, the sound of his flesh rubbing against me grew louder.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him. Stephen held himself up by digging his fists into the gym mat underneath me. I grabbed his arms and felt just how hard his triceps were as he flexed them. I was floating in a pool of my own sweat just a few moments ago but only now did it feel so good.
Stephen fucked me against the floor. His thrusts were deep and powerful. He buried himself to the hilt. The base of his cock pressed against me and stimulated my clit with every thrust. He fucked me so hard that my body began to grind against the mat underneath me. I didn’t care. The feeling in and around my body had taken complete control.
Stephen increased the force of his strokes. His balls hung low and slapped against me. The sound our bodies made as they collided grew louder. I lost control of my moans. Stephen breathed just as hard as he did when he was lifting weights and skipping rope. The feeling of ecstasy was imminent.
I gripped his arms tight underneath my palms. I shut my eyes tight. The wave was beginning to cascade over me and I knew there was no stopping it.
“…F-fuck…”
Every part of my body moved on its own, including my mouth. One expletive was all I could muster before my climax crashed into me. I came hard upon Stephen’s cock as it continued to slide in and out of me. Every muscle in my body tightened. The feeling of my orgasm pulsed through me and made me convulse in violent spasms.
Just as the orgasmic feelings began to subside, Stephen began thrusting into me even harder. My body shifted up and down against the mat. Finally, with one hard push, he stopped. He pulled his cock free from me. I opened my eyes and looked down. Stephen knelt before me, his cock in his hand. The first line of his seed fired out and spilled onto my breasts and stomach. Another white line dripped next to it. Then another. Then another. I took slow, deep breaths as I watched Stephen come upon me. As his body began to relax, he squeezed the last drop of his semen onto me.
I looked down at my body, now covered in a mixture of sweat and semen. The both of us were drenched like we had just been through another workout. The fatigue of my muscles suddenly returned to me. I collapsed onto the mat, suddenly remembering that I didn’t have the strength to move.
“It’s all right,” I sighed. “I was going to shower anyway.”
“I’m sure that this isn’t the first time this has ever happened to you.”
“You’d be right about that. And I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve ever done that before.”
Stephen didn’t say anything. I listened to the sound of him slowly putting his clothes back on and wiping the sweat off of his body once again. When I opened my eyes, Stephen was looking down at me. There was a look of satisfaction in his eyes now.
“Do you still think business meetings aren’t boring?” I asked him.
“Nothing I do is boring, Aria. Otherwise, I wouldn’t do it.”
He walked out of the gym and left me alone by myself. I looked up at the ceiling fan as it spun before me and I sighed. I laid there in nothing buy my sneakers, his semen still lingering on my belly.
“I sure hope he has these mats cleaned…”
I rested in peace for a few more moments before finally gathering the strength to get back onto my feet. It was another strange day with Stephen Aldridge but not one I could complain about. In fact, I had to tell somebody about it.
Chapter 14
I curled up on the couch with my eyes closed. Even though I wasn’t moving, it felt like every part of me was throbbing and twitching involuntarily. I sighed because I knew that I wouldn’t feel any relief anytime soon. And since Stephen was expecting me tomorrow morning, I needed to take as much time as I could to rest.
A few hours had passed since I left Stephen’s mansion. As soon as I got to my friend’s apartment, I collapsed onto the spot I laid at the moment. Even my appetite wasn’t enough to get me to move.
“You’re just going to sleep for the rest of the day?”
“Mmm-hmm…”
“The sun is shining. The breeze is blowing. Look at all of the people in the streets. The city is alive.”
“Don’t remind me…”
“He must be working you really hard.”
That’s one way of putting it.
One of the benefits of being best friends with a woman who was engaged to a billionaire was all of the residual benefits. I had no shame in going out to dinner at a fancy restaurant with them or riding around in a limo when it wasn’t necessary. Leigh even gave me a suite key at a hotel that Jacob had some stake in. But even though Leigh had the opportunity to bathe in the luxury of Jacob’s wealth, she still kept her small apartment loft to herself. She even paid her rent with the money she made from the paintings she sold.
Normally I would have been resting on a couch much nicer than the old, beat-up thing I was currently trying to sleep on. But I was too tired to protest. While I tried to gather my strength and sleep for the next dozen or so hours, the sound of the city joined the brush strokes on a canvas just a few meters away from me.
“So, what’s he like?” she asked. “Was he what you were expecting?”
I didn’t respond. I was doing everything I could to try and ignore her.
“What about his mansion? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? Jacob was talking about getting a place out of the city but I convinced him otherwise. There’s too much life out here. Our lives are out here. I couldn’t leave it. Maybe after we get married…”
Leigh continued to drone on as if I was actually listening. I could hear her but all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Why did you bother coming here if you’re not going to tell me anything about it?”
“I don’t know,” I yawned. “I should have just gone home.”
“You should have. I’ve never seen you this tired before. It must be some story.
Some story indeed. I knew that I would eventually spill the details but now wasn’t the time. Leigh had some idea about what was going on. She knew that Stephen hired me for a job I was completely unqualified for. She knew that Stephen and I spent the night together. And most importantly, she knew that if anything else happened, I couldn’t keep it to myself for long. I told Stephen I would keep it a secret. Telling my best friend what happened wouldn’t hurt because I knew I could trust her.
Just as I began to drift off to sleep there was a knock at the door. I listened to Leigh answer it then close the door after a few moments. When she walked back into her apartment, I knew who it was. I could smell it.
“I got something to eat,” she said. “I had it delivered. I know you’re hungry. At least eat something before you fall asleep.”
I didn’t eat anything back at Stephen’s place, even though I should have. Not only was I starving after the workout but it would have given me another opportunity to become more familiar with the kitchen.
I laid there on the couch, my stomach growling as a constant reminder of my appetite. My body was caught between an even battle of sloth and gluttony.
“Aria…”
The sing-songy voice of my best friend called out to me like a siren. I sighed as I opened my eyes and slowly sat up from the couch. I looked over at Leigh and she sat at the table with a picturesque buffet of food spread all over the table.
“
You know, ever since you got engaged, I’ve noticed something different about you,” I said.
“That’s not surprising.”
“Yeah… But it’s not a good thing. Is life with Jacob that uninteresting?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“You weren’t as interested in my stories about my promiscuity before. Now that you’re engaged, you seem all too eager to hear about it.”
“Trust me. Things between Jacob and I couldn’t be better.”
“What about your sex life?”
“Great. I can’t complain.”
“Are you ever going to tell me about it?”
“This isn’t about me. This is about you. Besides, I know you want to tell me the story. I know it…”
Leigh raised her eyebrows and grinned at me. I sighed as I got up off of the couch and lurched over to the table like a zombie. I plopped down onto the seat across from her and picked a fork up.
“I just don’t know,” I sighed.
“What’s wrong? Are you going to quit?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I don’t know if I should leave. I don’t know if I should stay. I don’t even know why I’m staying or why he even hired me. It’s all a mystery to me.”
“Have you tried talking to him?”
“He doesn’t say much. He seems to be just as reclusive as Jacob described him.”
“What about the pay?”
“Ha… I could flip burgers and make the same amount of money. But there are the fringe benefits…”
I raised an eyebrow at my friend as I shoved a forkful of food into my mouth.
“I’ve heard about these kinds of relationships,” Leigh said. “Women getting involved with their bosses. It makes things more than a little tricky.”
“It’s not a relationship,” I replied. “It’s just a thing. And it only happened once… Wait, twice… All right, three times. But that’s beside the point. I thought it was just going to be a free ride. I’d learn how to cook and make few bucks while I was at it. If I got fired, at least I learned something. But now he wants me to read books and exercise and God knows what else. I don’t see what any of this has to do with being in a kitchen.”
I watched Leigh eat the food in front of her while I lazily tried to piece together the puzzle that my new boss was. Stephen seemed to make his intentions clear but now I wasn’t just questioning him. I was questioning myself. I didn’t know if I were capable of getting through it.
“It’s only been a few days,” she said. “It’s only been a few days. You’re not going to quit, are you?”
“No. This is a big opportunity. I don’t know how else to explain it. But I can feel it. It’s like… This is my chance. I can’t walk away that easily.”
“Plus, there’s the opportunity of spending even more time with him. Who knows where your relationship might end up?”
“I know. That’s who. Our relationship is nothing more than two people fulfilling our basest physical desires. Everything else is based upon the agreement that I work at this restaurant he’s supposedly opening.”
“Well, you know I’m not the type to be giving advice,” she sighed. “But I do know that you’re capable of a lot. You look beat-up now but I think you can adjust.”
“I don’t think I have a choice.”
The taste of the food wasn’t as satisfying as I was expecting it to be. I was hungry after an exhausting day at Stephen’s mansion but all of the mental distractions seemed to affect my appetite. Regardless, I ate my share of food and eventually found myself back on the couch, drifting off to sleep with a belly that swelled underneath my shirt.
Leigh returned to the canvas where her latest piece was being created. I watched her for a few moments while I remained wondering what I’d gotten myself into. I didn’t know anything about Stephen. But then again, I didn’t need to know anything. All that mattered was that I had a job and a chance to better myself, in spite of my own shortcomings.
I took a nap on Leigh’s couch longer than I intended it to be. When I awoke, it was dark outside and Leigh was preparing for dinner with her fiancé. I thought about all of the things I might accomplish during the rest of the night but decided that the only thing to do was head back home and try to get even more rest. I intended to be at Stephen’s mansion early in the morning. This time, I wasn’t going to be late.
Chapter 15
“Good morning, Miss Aria.”
“And a good morning to you, Mr. Crosby.”
I hid the pain and soreness in my muscles behind a tight-lipped smile. I stood there and watched as the white-haired old man prepared me the coffee I desperately needed.
“I must say that you seem rather spirited this early morning, Miss Aria.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? The sun is shining… Well, it’s going to shine in a few hours. The mansion is alive with people. Camille is waiting for me to get started. I’ve got the whole day ahead of me.”
“Very good.”
I took the cup from Crosby and he bowed his head to me before excusing himself to tend to his other duties. As I made my way down the corridors, I realized that they weren’t as nondescript as I remembered them. I still needed Crosby’s map but I was more used to roaming through the halls and passing by all of the servants that tended to every nook and cranny.
I was determined to do my part to make this work. With caffeine in my blood and a full night’s rest, I knew that I would at least make it to the end of the day before collapsing on my friend’s couch from exhaustion.
I stepped inside of the kitchen and Camille was there. She looked as stern as she always was as she examined plates and bowls of ingredients in front of her.
“All right,” I said as I put my apron on. “I’m here. What are we doing? Let’s get Stephen’s breakfast started.”
“Not yet,” she said as she stared at me. “Master Stephen isn’t due for breakfast for another few hours. He has business to attend to. Today we’ll be working on something that you seem to have absolutely no grasp upon.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said as I pointed at her. “Because when you say it like that, it means that I have a grasp on something else.”
“Yes, you do. You can tell the difference between a fork and a spatula.”
“You’d be surprised how often people get those two confused—”
“Enough. Today we’ll be working your palate.”
“My palette? I think my friend uses one of those when she paints—”
“I mean, your taste.”
“I have good taste.”
“Good. That means there’s no reason you should be serving over-cooked bacon and under-seasoned eggs.”
“I…”
Before I said anything more, Camille raised an eyebrow at me. I decided it was best to keep my comments to myself.
“You were saying?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I replied. “Let’s get started.”
“Thank you.”
I looked down at the kitchen counter at all of the ingredients that Camille had laid out. There were small plates of different types of foods. From fruits and vegetables to meat and fish to sauces and dressings, I tasted everything along with her in some attempt to understand what I was actually tasting. She even forced me to take notes on it. With every bite I took and every flavor that hit my tongue, I had to write something to describe it. It felt like I was in college all over again. The only difference was that this type of experimentation and lab work was admittedly more interesting.
After some time had passed, I looked down at the notes I took. The sheets of paper were stained with spots of wine, sauce and oil that we’d used throughout the morning.
“All right,” she said. “That’s enough for today. We’ll go over this again but make sure you keep this in mind. Study it. Take it into consideration whenever you’re creating something. Remember that not everybody has the same palate but we only need to make slight adjustmen
ts to compensate. In the end, we all like the same thing to some degree.”
“Right—”
“Breakfast needs to be started. He’ll be here any moment.”
I nodded again then proceeded to help Camille through the process I went through the previous morning. I didn’t know why I was so determined but I knew that I’d correct the mistakes I made yesterday.
Stephen is gonna love this…
I still had trouble finding my way around the kitchen. It was a tough task for me to manage so many things at once. Despite my struggles, I did my best not to complain. When Stephen walked into the kitchen and took his seat at the table, I focused even more than I already was.
He sat there in his suit and tended to the business on his tablet like he usually did. He looked like he had gotten a lot accomplished already. That didn’t deter his focus on whatever it was he was reading. After I finished his meal, I placed it down on the table in front of him and waited for his response. He placed his tablet down a few seconds later and looked down at the plate. I was anxious to see him enjoy it.
“How does it look?” I asked.
“…Adequate.”
He stated it plainly then picked up his fork. He stabbed at a piece of bacon then placed a piece into his mouth. I watched him intently as he chewed on it.
Don’t spit it out… Don’t spit it out… Don’t spit it out…
I felt an odd sense of relief when his throat shifted from swallowing.
“Ha!” I exclaimed. “I knew you’d love it. It’s good, isn’t it?”
“It’s better,” he said.
“Better than last time. I know. That means it’s good, huh?”
“It’s better,” he repeated.
“You ate it though. You wouldn’t eat anything that wasn’t good, would you?”
I smiled at him, trying to make him see my reasoning. Stephen remained unmoved. He stared blankly at me for a few seconds before turning his attention to one of the eggs.