by Rye Hart
“I pay my bills, and I never miss work. This is the first time I have ever been late in the four years I’ve worked for you. I don’t take an ounce of vacation unless it’s for the family vacation, and I don’t live with you. Haven’t for years. I’m not tethered to you financially other than an employee would be with a boss.”
“But you’re not just my employee, you’re my daughter.”
“I am your daughter, yes. But I’m a grown woman who doesn’t need Daddy to tell her how to live her life,” I said.
“Your mother would’ve been ashamed of your actions. Her little girl getting drunk in a bar around a bunch of men who wanted nothing more than to grope you.”
“Wow, Dad. That’s pretty low to bring Mom into this. And I see you and Hollis have been talking, so I’ll save you the rest of this fight. Do I need to find a new job?”
“It depends. Are your actions going to change?”
“No,” I said.
My eyes hooked onto my father’s as he leaned back in his chair. He looked tired. Worn. Haggard. But I wasn’t going to go easy on him any longer. I hadn’t stood up to him and Hollis soon enough, and now I was having to fight for the little bit of freedom I still had in my life. And if that meant finding another job, then that was what I would have to do.
I already negotiated a lower rent with my landlord, so I wouldn’t have to move. Finding another job would be easy as pie compared to that conversation.
I watched my father shake his head before he turned back to his computer. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay. Working with my father came with job security, but at what cost? Were we going to have these fights every time Hollis decided my actions were worthy of my father’s knowledge? Was I going to have to walk on eggshells in my place of work because of things that bore no relationship to the business?
Maybe it was time I found another job.
I worked through the rest of the day and stayed an extra half hour to make up for the time I lost at lunch. I clocked out at five thirty and made my way to my father’s office, but his door was closed and locked. The light was on underneath so I knew he was there, but I figured he didn’t want to be disturbed.
I’d wait until the end of the week before putting in my two-week notice. I made my way home and found a manila envelope taped to my front door. I plucked it off and found a note from my landlord telling me that Ike’s name had officially been taken off the rental agreement. I pulled out the new agreement and smiled when I saw nothing but my name and a place to sign. I double-checked to make sure the lower monthly rent was incorporated into the deal, then I pushed myself inside and signed the papers. I felt a massive boulder being lifted off my shoulders. This apartment was now solely mine. All I needed to do was get the spare keys from Ike, and that part of my life would all be over.
I stuck the agreement back in the envelope and carried it to the kitchen. I’d be dropping it off with my landlord the second I could in the morning. I was one step closer to reclaiming my life and as I stripped myself of my clothes and climbed into bed, my mind raced back to Grant.
He promised me he would call tonight when he was done with a meeting.
I looked at my cell phone and noticed it was almost eight o’clock. What meeting ran this long in the world of construction? I restarted my phone to see if it was messing up or anything, but when there were no missed calls or voicemails, I tossed my phone to the side.
But my body was heating up.
I couldn’t get him off my mind. His tattoos. His muscles. The way his skin stretched around his strength. I felt my nipples hardening as my legs began to part, and slowly my hand was sliding down my stomach. Down my hips. Down between my legs.
My free hand reached up and tugged on my nipples as my fingertips circled my clit. My eyes fluttered closed, and I could see him. All of him. His raging cock leaking for me and his low-hanging balls itching to be in my mouth. I felt his lips on my neck as his teeth nipped at my skin. I pressed my fingers deep into my pussy and pushed my hips from my bed. My heels dug into the mattress as I slipped two fingers into my soft, wet heat.
“Shit. Grant. Don’t stop.”
I saw him peeking up from beyond my legs. His devilish eyes claiming my gaze as his tongue raked along my slit. I cupped my pussy, massaging all of it like he did with his lips whenever he licked me clean.
I was panting. Moaning. Rolling my hips deep into my hands when my phone rang.
Breathlessly, I reached out for my phone with my fingers between my pussy folds. I looked at who was calling and groaned when I saw his name. I looked down at my hand and slowly removed my fingers from my pussy, my legs trembling as I did.
I drew in a deep breath, hoping my voice could steady itself before I answered the phone.
“Hello?” I asked.
The crack in my voice gave me away, and there was dead silence. My clit was throbbing between my legs, and my knees were cast off to the sides. Fluids were slowly dripping down my skin, and my tits were aching to be touched. I tried to steady my breathing. To get my mind to think about anything else.
But I couldn’t focus, and I felt my breathing beginning to tick up again.
CHAPTER 18
GRANT
“Hello?”
Her breathless voice made my cock jump as the crack in her voice gave her away. I’d committed every single one of her sounds to memory, and I grinned as I relaxed back into the bed. I heard her breathing speeding up, and I pictured her chest heaving, her tits bouncing with her shallow breaths as my hand palmed my growing cock.
“Good evening,” I said. “Are you having fun?”
“Just laying here,” Theresa said.
“Mhm? How’s that going for you?”
She giggled breathlessly, and the sound sent shivers shooting to my groin.
“What are you doing, you naughty girl?”
A small moan escaped her lips as I pulled my cock from my pants.
“Honestly?” Theresa asked.
“Honestly,” I said.
“I was very close to an orgasm thinking of you. Then you ruined it.”
My cock bounced against my body as the tip began to leak.
“You sound frustrated,” I said.
“Very.”
“Then let me help you with that.”
“What?” she asked.
“Why don’t you take those pretty little fingers of yours and place them back on that juicy pussy?” I asked.
I stroked my cock, allowing my precum to streak along my skin as I heard her whimper.
“That’s it,” I said. “Is your clit throbbing for me?”
“So much,” she said, whispering. “So much, Grant.”
“Good. Why don’t you press down on it? Roll your hips into that hand and imagine it’s my tongue.”
“Shit, I wish it was your tongue. Your tongue is so good,” she said.
I bit down on my lower lip as my cock throbbed against my palm.
“That what you like?” I asked. “You like it when I lick your luscious pussy?”
“Oh yes.”
“You like it when I slip my tongue into that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Yes, Grant. I do. I really, really do.”
“Do you like it when I pull you close to my lips and suck that beautiful clit between my teeth?”
“Oh.”
Her whimper was music to my ears as I stroked my cock faster.
“You know what I like?” I asked.
“What? What do you—like?”
“I like it when I bury myself inside of you. When my cock is filling you up, and your mouth falls open. I like the feel of your tight body caving to me.”
“Shit, Grant. I’m so close.”
“Slow those fingers down, beautiful. I’m not done with you yet.”
I grinned as she groaned in my ear.
“I love slamming into you. Watching your juices coat my cock and balls. I love watching my body disappear into you as that greedy little clit of
yours peeks out for more.”
“You’re so big. I can’t—it’s too—”
“And those broken sentences?” I asked as I stroked my cock faster. “Music to my ears. Speechless from my dick and it’s not even there. But do you know what I’m going to do to you when I get back?”
“Tell me. Tell me, please. Please, Grant. Please. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
“I’m going to press my tongue into that greedy clit until your legs are shaking. My fingers will slip into your pussy and fuck you until you can’t breathe. Then, when you think you’re almost done coming on my face, I’m going to slip one single finger into your tight ass and watch your eyes blow wide open.”
“Yes, Grant! Yes! Keep going! I’m coming!”
“Then I’ll watch you explode as every single orifice of your body curls around me. I will own all of you. Have all of you. Do you hear me, Theresa?”
My heels dug into the bed, and my hips bucked into my hand. My balls curled into my body, and I could feel my pleasure crashing over me. Her moans and cries of ecstasy with my name falling from her lips were too much. The idea of owning all her body threw me over the edge. I could see her curves jiggling for me as my cock released, shooting threads of cum all the way up on to my chest.
“Grant. Grant. Yes. I’m yours. Take all of it. So much of it. I’m yours. Yours. Oh, yours.”
My head fell to the headboard as my legs shook. Her words poured over my ears with a hot fury that made me want to drive to her. To get in my fucking car and speed through the night until I was crashing into her apartment and claiming every hole she had.
Mine.
Theresa was mine.
I listened as her breathless pants slowly morphed into regular breaths. I reached over to my nightstand and plucked a few tissues from the box. This wasn’t the first time I’d pleasured myself to the thought of her body. But never in my life did I ever think I’d be able to hear my name being screamed by her on the other end of the line.
The only thing that would make it better was if she was beside me now. Seeing what she really did to me.
“You still there?” Theresa asked.
Her voice was dry. Worn out from the cries of pleasure she had let loose moments ago.
“I am,” I said.
“How was the meeting?”
I chuckled as I finished cleaning myself off.
“It was long. But it served its purpose, and it puts my company in a good place.”
“That’s good,” she said. “That’s really good.”
But it was the unspoken words that hit me hardest. My company doing well in Boston meant I couldn’t stay in Maine. I couldn't relocate myself back there, and I wasn’t sure how she would take to the idea of relocating here. She was finally finding herself and I didn’t know if I could ask her to make any decisions based on my feelings. Theresa fell quiet, and I knew she was thinking the same thing, but neither of us wanted to bring it up.
“What was the meeting about?” Theresa asked, trying to steer the conversation away from our awkward pause.
“New clients. Any project that grosses a net profit of over eight hundred thousand dollars has to be discussed and approved by everyone,” I said.
“Wow. That’s a lot of money.”
“I thought so at first, too.”
“So, you have new clients. That’s good for business, right?”
Yes. But it wasn’t good for us.
“It is,” I said. “It’s very good for business.”
“Well it’s getting late and I’m kind of tired. You can tell me more about it when you come back,” she said, her voice sounding anything but tired.
“Sure,” I said. “I’m looking forward to seeing you.”
“Me too,” she said.
We said our goodnights and my head lolled back against the headboard.
I hated the way her voice changed. How soft and defeated it sounded. I hung up the phone and tossed it to the side before I got off the bed. I threw the tissues in the trash and made my way to the bathroom, then turned on the light and took a good, hard look at myself.
I knew this was going to come back and bite me in the ass. I knew this was going to screw me over. Screw both of us over. But I was attached. I didn’t want to admit it, and I’m not sure how it happened, but I had gotten attached to Theresa again. Like I had been as a teenager. And I knew I would go back. I knew I would take her in my arms and kiss her deeply and sink myself back into her body as many times as she’d let me.
I knew I would gladly screw both of us over, even if I knew this was temporary.
And I wasn’t sure what kind of a man that made me.
CHAPTER 19
THERESA
As I lay there in my bed thinking about the weekend, I grew more and more excited. Grant was coming back Saturday, and I couldn't wait to see him. We’d been talking every night after getting home from work and I lived for those calls. I looked forward to his morning texts and enjoyed our conversations before I fell asleep. And I wasn’t willing to think about the fact that I knew he couldn’t stay. That he had a life in Boston he couldn't give up. All I wanted was to look forward to his presence and being wrapped up in his arms again.
All I wanted was his hands on my body again.
I lay there with my eyes closed as I giggled at his memory. The time he caught me sunbathing by the creek was my favorite one. Looking back on it, I could see the struggle in his eyes. The animal he was trying to keep caged. What I originally took as rejection was merely him trying to wrangle himself. Trying not to throw me down onto the ground and fuck me into oblivion. I felt my chest heat up as my hand began to migrate to my breast, and I allowed my body to ride the wave.
Until I heard a growl emanate from my doorway.
“You bitch.”
I whipped my head up at the voice, but a hand was already around my throat. Ike’s face came into view as I latched onto his wrist, trying to pry his grasp from me. His eyes were bulging with anger. His nostrils were flaring. He was in a blind rage with his dilated pupils and his hands closing around my neck.
It was hard to breathe, and I kicked my legs to try and get him off me.
“Ike? What are you—?”
“Did you really think you could walk away from me?” he asked.
He dragged me from the bed as I tried to get my voice beyond the palm of his hand.
“Did you think I’d let eight years of my life slip through my fingertips and watch you paint yourself like a whore and parade around bars looking for your next fuck?”
He dragged me up to my feet, holding me by my neck. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as my heart slammed against my chest. My eyes darted over to my bedside table. I had to get to my phone.
But before I could reach for it, Ike slammed me against the wall.
“Ike! You’re hurting me!” I choked out.
“Did you think I wouldn't find out? Huh? Did you think I wouldn’t know you were spreading your legs for him again? How many times, Theresa? How many times have you disgraced yourself with him?”
He tossed me into the other wall as my arm grazed the side of the table. My phone teetered to the edge and fell into my lap as Ike’s voice grew.
“Did you think it wouldn’t get back to me? Your little stunt at the bar that night, dressed like a common hooker? Did you think I wouldn’t find out you brought him home with you again? To the home I help you pay for?”
I fumbled with my phone in my hands, but he fisted my hair and yanked me to my feet.
“Stop it! Please!”
“I bet you like it rough, don’t you?” Ike asked as he shoved me against the wall again, this time my back to him. “I bet you enjoy it when a man takes what he wants from you and discards you like trash.”
His hand was on the back of my neck as his knee dug into my lower back.
“Please stop,” I said breathlessly.
His hand was too tight around my throat and I my vision began wavering
. I looked around for anything that could help me, anything I could use to fight my way out of this situation. I reached my hand out and grabbed my bedside lamp, then whipped it behind me.
It crashed into Ike’s head, and he stumbled backward with his pants down around his ankles.
The image made me sick, and I grabbed my phone before I headed for the door.
“You stupid little bitch. Get the fuck back here, Theresa! I’m not done with you yet!”
I scrambled out of my bedroom and down my hallway toward the door to my apartment. I opened my phone and dialed Hollis’ number, crouching down in the space between my couch and the wall as I heard Ike coming down the hallway after me. I was trying to stifle my sobs as the phone kept ringing and ringing, and for a second, I thought he wasn’t going to pick up.
“What’s up?”
“Hollis! Help me!”
“Theresa, what’s wrong? Where are you!?”
“Where the fuck did you go, bitch?”
“Is that Ike?”
“Hollis he’s here. He’s here, and he’s— Ike, stop!”
“Hold on, Theresa, I’m coming!”
My phone fell to the floor as Ike shoved the couch off into the corner. He grabbed me by the throat again, and I started coughing. He barreled me into the wall knocking the breath out of me, but when he pressed his lips against mine it filled me with a rage I’d never felt before.
I bit down on his bottom lip so hard I drew blood and he wrenched his head back. I clamped my hand down around his wrist. I shoved him as hard as I could and made my way into the kitchen, but he reached for my hair and pulled me back. I stumbled to the ground as he fell on top of me, his knees pressing into my thighs so hard it made me cry out.
“Hollis! Help!”
“No one can help you now,” Ike said. “Only I can. I did for eight years, and this is how you repay me? If you liked it rough, you should’ve told me. You could’ve been my little whore instead of his.”
I put my arms in between my body and his, but no matter what I did, I couldn't free my legs. Tears were streaming down my face as sirens blared in the distance, and I was scared Hollis wouldn’t get to me in time.