Filthy Beast

by B. B. Hamel

  Ethan

  I can’t get Aria out of my head at all that morning. I’m practically buzzing with desire for her even hours after I last saw her.

  Knowing that she’s back in my house, sitting in that room and waiting for me drives me insane. I know she’s there for me and nobody else, and nobody else can touch her. I didn’t expect to feel this possessive of her, but there’s something about the fact that she’s entirely mine and mine alone that brings me immense satisfaction.

  It was stupid of me to back away from her for that week. I freaked out a little bit when I realized that my self-control was waning around her, but that shouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Isn’t the whole point of having her to let myself have some fun?

  There is danger in this. Aria’s tantrum was public and problematic, but I can’t really blame her. I would have felt much the same way if I were cooped up in a room for days with nothing to do. Even at my home where everything is provided for her, it would still be so easy to feel incredibly lonely. I neglected her and I deserved that punishment.

  It won’t happen again. Not after this morning. Not after last night. I lean back at my desk and take a deep breath. It’s around noon and I have a lunch appointment with Richard Taylor soon, but I’m not really thinking about that.

  My mind is only on her. And what her next punishment will be.

  I want to fuck her so badly I can barely stand it. Frankly, it’s taking all of my willpower not to leave work in the middle of the day and go home to have her. I know that would be irresponsible of me, considering the important business I need to get through today, but god damn. I know she’s so close to genuinely wanting it, if she doesn’t already. She’s on the edge and I want to tip her over.

  I want to taste every inch of her. That skin, smooth and perfect, and those perfect pink little nipples. And her pussy, delicious little pussy, I want to feel it wrapped around my cock. I want to make her scream my name as I fuck her deep and rough. At this point, I almost don’t care if she begs for it first or not.

  I’m sure I’ll make her beg for it once she gets a little taste.

  I take a deep breath and glance at the clock. I need to get going. And I need to stop thinking about this. My plan was to seduce her, and that’s still my plan. I’m close to getting it just right, and so I need to stay patient and in some measure of control. I have about three more weeks for this, and that’s plenty of time. Besides, I can always buy her again if I want more time.

  I call for a car then get up and head out. My secretary tells me where the meeting is supposed to be, this little Italian bistro a few blocks away, and then I head downstairs to get into the waiting car.

  We drive the short trip to the restaurant and I have to force myself not to think about Aria at all during the drive. I need to concentrate.

  This deal with Richard is getting dicey. He’s an intense man with an intense fortune, and he’s always playing to win. Everything with him is a game. He doesn’t care if something is mutually beneficial or not, he just wants to win, whatever he believes winning actually means. That’s just the kind of man Richard is. Nothing else matters to him but the deal, and it’s getting fucking exhausting.

  This shouldn’t be as difficult as it is, but Richard can’t make it easy. We both stand to profit here, but he wants to make sure his bottom line is the best it can possibly be by pushing back against me. Maybe he thinks I’m weak and ripe for pillaging or some shit, but he’s in for a surprise.

  The driver drops me out front and I head inside. Richard is at a booth toward the center of the restaurant, and I head over to him. He smiles and stands as I approach.

  “Ethan,” he says. “Glad you came.” We shake hands and then sit back down.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say.

  “Did you see the latest contracts?” he asks, diving right into business.

  That’s not like him. He seems laser focused today for some reason. He’s normally much more interested in shooting the shit and drinking, but today he’s having only water and a simple sandwich for lunch.

  I don’t let that get to me, though. We dive into the contracts and start negotiating clauses. He’s quibbling about the silliest, most worthless shit, and a half hour passes. I almost want to fucking yell at him to get over himself, but I know that’s not productive.

  The meeting wears on until finally Richard leans back in his seat and orders a whisky from the waitress. I can tell that he’s done discussing and so am I. Richard is an arrogant bastard, but I want this deal to go through. It’d be damn good for both of us.

  But I can’t keep doing this. “What are we doing here, Richard?” I ask him.

  “What do you mean?”

  “From the start of this, you don’t seem like you want this deal to happen. Do you really give a shit about lighting renovations?”

  He watches me for a second, a small smile on his face. “No,” he admits, although just ten minutes earlier he was trying to get a clause in the contract that states we can’t change lighting fixtures for two years to “preserve his brand,” which is utter shit.

  I sigh and lean back in my seat, at least happy to get some truth from him. “Okay then. Tell me what you want.”

  The waitress comes back with his drink and he grins at me, taking a swig. He leans forward toward me, that grin still on his face. “I’ve been reading about you for years, Ethan,” he says.

  I raise an eyebrow. “So?” I ask. “Business reporters love to make shit up.”

  “Sure, sure. They really do. But to be completely honest with you, Ethan, it’s been pissing me off. A lot. For a long time.”

  “You’re angry that the media is covering me?”

  “No,” he says, laughing. “No, I’m angry that they’re covering you and not me. I used to be the young hotshot, you know. Everything they say about you, they used to say about me.”

  “They still write about you all the time,” I say softly, beginning to get a bad feeling.

  “Never good. Not anymore. They’re biased against me.”

  “So, what? You have a grudge against the media and you’re taking it out on me?”

  He shrugs. “More or less. I also don’t like you, Ethan. I think you’re an arrogant piece of shit with no talent and no experience. You come from nothing because you are nothing.”

  I stare at him for a second then slide out of the booth. “We’re done here. You can keep your building. Good luck trying to pay for it.”

  “Wait,” he says. “I have something you want to hear.”

  “I think I’m done listening to your shit, Richard.”

  I turn to leave.

  “That was quite the performance she threw,” Richard says, and I pause. “Dresses all over the street? How much money did she throw out your window?”

  I slowly turn back toward him, wrestling to keep my face straight. “What are you talking about?”

  “Sit back down,” he says softly.

  I hesitate. I hate to do what he tells me, but I know this could be very bad for me. I don’t know how much he has or how he even knows about Aria’s tantrum. I sit down slowly, prepared to listen.

  If he has pictures, I’m fucked. I don’t know how I can explain that one away. It won’t ruin me, of course, but I can’t afford a scandal right now. Not when we’re in the middle of intense negotiations and a merger. They could still walk away, and all of this work, plus millions of dollars, would be wasted. My reputation probably wouldn’t recover.

  I watch him, keeping a level head, trying to remain cool. I wasn’t about to panic or freak out, not now. I can’t show weakness to this man. He’ll pounce the moment I show even the slightest hesitation.

  “What do you think you know?” I ask him, not breaking eye contact.

  “I know that you have a woman living in your house,” he says. “I don’t know who this woman is, since we unfortunately didn’t get a picture of her, which is curious in itself. But she recently decided to throw a very p
ublic and very loud tantrum. Does that sound right?”

  “So you don’t know anything,” I say.

  He smiles. “I know what you’re thinking right now, Ethan. You’re thinking, maybe I don’t have pictures. Maybe you’re safe.” He leans toward me, his smile getting bigger. “You’re not safe. Not at all.”

  I watch him, restraining myself from striking out at him. “Proof,” I say.

  He holds up his phone. There’s a picture of my house with clothing lying in the street.

  “See?” he asks.

  “How do you have this?”

  “I hired someone to watch you, of course,” he says. “Well, a few someones. I do this with every person I enter into negotiations with. Comes in handy.”

  “You’ve been following me,” I say flatly.

  “My people have, yes. And they got some good shots.”

  My heart is hammering in my chest but I do my best not to show him. “What do you want?” I ask.

  “Lighting. Statues. Carpeting. Any little fucking thing I want. Understand?”

  He wants my fucking balls in the palm of his hand, that’s what he wants. He doesn’t care about anything else but that. “We’ll talk,” I say and stand.

  “We won’t talk. You’ll do as I say or I’ll leak this. Plus the nice video.”

  “Set up another meeting with my secretary.” I turn and quickly walk away.

  If I sat there any longer, I would have given in to him. I know it. I would do it just to protect my company, but also to protect Aria. Her tantrum did cause some issues, and I can only imagine how this is going to snowball.

  It’s not entirely her fault. She couldn’t have known what her actions would do. She’s a good person and just wanted a little attention.

  But now she’s going to have to deal with the consequences.

  16

  Aria

  I stretch lazily, watching some daytime television show. It’s not even good, but I can’t help myself. The day is moving so slow after Ethan stopped in this morning and I feel antsy already.

  I can’t wait to see him again. I don’t know when that’ll be, but I hope it’s sooner rather than later. I can feel something beginning between us, and I can’t exactly say what it is.

  This life has been strange. Everything seems to have led me here, from living with my abusive piece of shit father to running away and becoming a junky. Now I’m trying to get my life together and I’m given to Ethan, a man that can easily save me.

  But I don’t know if I want to be saved. I want to put myself back together, not be fixed by some man. I know he could do it, and could do it easily, but I don’t know if that’s what I want.

  Maybe it’s better if I don’t let myself get too close. Maybe it’s better if I stay here, quietly and obediently, and just do whatever he asks whenever he asks. I simply don’t get too close and when this is all over, we can go our separate ways.

  I know I’m fooling myself. That feeling is still inside of me, growing and getting deeper every time I’m around him. I know that soon it’ll consume me, and I’ll be unable to stop myself. I know it, deep down inside, but I can’t admit it to myself. Not yet, at least.

  My thoughts drift in and out of consciousness as I sit there and watch television. It’s around one in the afternoon, maybe a little after, but I’m not really sure. Lunch came and went already, so I know it’s past noon at least.

  As I’m sitting there, I suddenly hear the elevator doors ding open down the hall. That usually means that Jenkins is coming to drop something off, but I didn’t call him. I perk up, curious.

  There’s a knock at the door and then it opens. My heart nearly leaps from my chest.

  It’s him. I know it’s him. Nobody else barges into my room like that.

  Ethan comes around the corner.

  “Hey,” I say, standing.

  His face is intense and I can’t read his expression. He looks angry. His normally pristine clothing looks rumpled, like he walked quickly to get here or something, and he’s breathing fast. His eyes pierce into mine, and for a second, I’m afraid.

  He walks right up to me without saying a word, takes my hips, and kisses me.

  I melt into the kiss, surprised as hell. He pulls me tight against him and I wrap my arms around his muscular neck. He kisses me hard, his tongue against mine and I lose myself in it, instantly knowing I needed this.

  It’s like I’m dreaming. All day long I’ve been sitting around, thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing and now here he is, barging into my room and kissing me. It’s exactly what I wanted. I don’t know why he’s here, since he’s normally working around now, but I can’t complain.

  He grabs the hem of my top and pulls it up over my head. He kisses my neck, his hands on my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the thin cotton panties I’m wearing beneath my shorts are totally soaked through now.

  “You’ve been a bad fucking girl,” he says softly.

  “I have,” I agree.

  “You don’t know the half of it.” His right hand drifts down between my legs and I gasp as he finds my pussy. He’s being fast and rough, and it seems very unlike him.

  But I like it. God, I like it. I needed this from him. The teasing, the seduction, it was pushing me too far. I needed him to take me like this. His fingers press up inside of me and I moan as he kisses me again, stroking my pussy, sliding out then kneading my clit with his thumb. I groan as he takes my hair and tips my head back.

  “You’re a lot of trouble, you know that, girl?” he asks. “You’re my pet but you’ve misbehaved.”

  “I want to be good,” I moan. “I’m sorry, Ethan.”

  “I know you’re sorry. But I’ll fix it.”

  I can barely think. I don’t know what he’s talking about. All I can focus on are his fingers sliding in and out of my aching pussy, pushing me to my limits.

  What does he mean, he’ll fix it? I don’t understand, but I also don’t think I care that much. He steers me toward the bed, hand in my hand, other hand between my legs, lips against mine, and I’m barely thinking, I’m barely present for anything but the pleasure rocking its way down my spine.

  He suddenly pushes me backwards and I topple down onto the bed. He grabs my soft cotton shorts and pulls them from my skin, tossing them aside, before dropping to his knees. He shoves his head between my legs, spreading my knees wide, and tongues my useless panties.

  “Ethan,” I gasp.

  He takes my panties and pulls them down, letting them slip onto the ground, forgotten. He returns to my pussy, this time with his tongue against my clit, sucking and licking like he did before. But there’s an intensity and a passion there that he didn’t have before. I can barely take it as he slides two fingers deep inside of me.

  “Ethan,” I moan again. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Is that so bad?” He smirks at me as he slides his fingers deep. I grab his hair. “Maybe that’s all you deserve. A nice fat orgasm.”

  “I don’t know what I deserve,” I moan.

  “You deserve worse. Much worse. But today, your punishment is this.”

  I toss my head back as he goes back to sucking my clit, fingers sliding in and out, and I can barely stand it.

  As I feel the orgasm slowly building inside of me, my whole body tense and twitching, itching for him, begging for him, he slowly pulls his fingers from my pussy and licks them. I look down at him, surprised, and he stands, smirking at me.

  “Did you really think you were getting off so easy?” He laughs and unbuttons his shirt. “No, you don’t get to come so easily today, Aria. Today, I’m going to have my fun.”

  My heart is hammering as he finishes taking his shirt off. His body is muscular and toned, lean and perfect as he takes off his pants and steps out of his slacks. I watch him, pulse pounding in my cunt, as he lays out his clothing over the back of a chair before stepping out of his boxer briefs.

  I marvel at his thick, long cock as he stands in front
of me, stroking himself. I lean forward to take him in my hand and mouth, but he pushes me back down, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder.

  “I told you,” he whispers. “Today, I’m taking you. Today I’m having my fun.”

  “Oh shit, Ethan,” I moan as I feel his cock press against me. He slowly slides inside of me before thrusting once, pressing his whole cock deep between my legs.

  I toss my head back and moan, gripping the sheets. Exquisite pain rips through me as his thick cock fills my tight pussy. He moves my legs from his shoulders then grabs my hair and pulls me toward him, kissing my lips with a passion that I can barely understand. He slides me further onto the bed and follows me up there, spreading my legs wide, kneeling with his cock inside of me.

  I put my hands on his chest as he slowly begins to work himself in and out. I can’t believe I can even take him, and I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve been aching for it for so long now, for what feels like forever, and this happened so suddenly. I can’t stop to think about it, though, because he feels too good, smells too good, tastes too good. Everything is too much and I’m drowning in pleasure.

  He rips into me, grabbing my hip with one hand and my hair with the other, his body hot against mine. I’m sweating but it doesn’t matter. All I care about is this moment as I work my hips against him. The pain gives way to pleasure, an ecstasy I’ve never imagined to ask for.

  “Come here,” he whispers, pulling me over and sliding out of me. He lays onto his back, pulling me over on top of him. I straddle him and stare at his cock, biting my lip.

  “I don’t know how,” I say.

  “Sure you do. Move your fucking hips.” He slaps my ass, hard.

  “No, I mean, how this fits.”

  He grins at me. “Find out.”

  I take him in my hand then slowly slide down his length. I gasp and shudder as he fills me. He takes my hips and pulls me down, sliding me the rest of the way. I’m dripping wet and he glides into me so easily. I start to move my hips, riding him, hands on his chest, breasts pressed together.