In Enemy Territory

by M. E. Clayton

  I stood there silently staring at her wanting to kick myself in my own nuts. I wanted to lay my soul bare, but she has been drinking and this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have while she was drunk. This conversation deserved a fair chance and it wouldn’t get one while tempers and emotions were high and under the influence of alcohol.

  She grabbed the empty glass of water off the table and threw it at me. “Answer me!”

  I didn’t move because, let’s face it…I deserved her wrath, but her aim was shit so the glass sailed past my head and met its demised shattering in the kitchen somewhere.

  “We’re not going to have this conversation while you’re drunk, Fiona, so-” I stopped when I saw her frantically looking around for something else to throw at me. I stepped to her and grabbed her by her shoulders. “Stop it and calm down, Fi-”

  Her eyes rounded and she covered her mouth with her hand. I knew that look and I knew that gesture. Anyone who’s ever been drunk knew it well. I jumped back out of her way and watched as she flew past me to the bathroom.

  I was on her heels and found her lifting the toilet lid just in time to empty her tequila shots. I went up behind her and pulled her hair back with one hand while I rubbed her back with my other. I cringed every time I felt her muscle contract. Vomiting sucked no matter what the reason.

  “Shhh, baby, you’ll be okay.”

  She hugged the porcelain for ten minutes before it became clear that she was done. I let go of her hair and went back into the kitchen to get her another glass of water. I found her exactly how I left her when I made my way back to the bathroom.

  I handed her the glass. “Here’s some water, baby.”

  She took the glass and used the water to rinse and swish her mouth out. She silently handed me back the glass and I placed it on the counter. I then lifted her onto her feet and helped her to the counter. Without speaking, I handed her the toothpaste and her toothbrush. She took them both and began brushing her teeth.

  I turned on the shower and adjusted the water to her liking. She watched me through the mirror, but still didn’t say anything.

  I stepped up behind her and bent to remove her sandals. Once those were off, I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans and slid them, along with her panties, down her legs and off her feet. She worked with me in removing her blouse as she was still scrubbing her teeth and tongue. I didn’t blame her for brushing her teeth until her gums bled. Did I mention before that throwing up sucked?

  She unhooked and took off her bra herself and finally she was standing before me naked. God, this woman made me crazy. I wanted to take that perfectly trimmed triangle she had above her pussy and barber my goddamn name in it. I wanted to tattoo my fucking name across her tits. I wanted her wedding ring to spell out Greystone in diamonds and keep her pregnant with fifty kids.

  Fuck. The more she let me in, the crazier I was becoming.

  I started ripping off my clothes, nearly strangling myself with trying to remove my tie. Her eyes got huge in the mirror. “At ur u oing?”

  I lifted a brow. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I didn’t stop undressing.

  She turned around and gawked at me. “Yo an seousy be urn n rit now!”

  I just smirked at her. “I’m always turned on around you, baby.”

  She turned back around and dropped her toothbrush back in the toothbrush holder and spit out the remainder of the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out. The second she was done, she whirled back again to face me. “How can you possibly be,” she waved her hand towards the vicinity of my crotch, “turned on after just watching me throw up tequila shots?!”

  I stepped towards her completely naked, lifted her by her hips and sat her on the edge of the counter. “I’ve already told you…morning breath, not showering, your period or you throwing up a bar full of alcohol will never keep me from wanting to stick my dick inside your luscious pussy lips, baby.”

  She looked a hot mess. Her hair was matted, her makeup was a ruined mess down her face, her eyes were puffy and I could see her gums still bleeding a little bit, but God, she made my heart hurt.

  I grabbed her by her hips and scooted her ass to the edge of the counter. I had to bend my knees a bit to make my cock align with her cunt, but I didn’t mind. As long as I was inside her I didn’t mind whatever I had to do to get there.

  “Damie-Oh God!”

  I stopped whatever she was about to say by slamming my cock into her hot heat. She braced her hands on the counter on either side of her and threw her head back so hard I’m surprised the mirror didn’t shatter behind her. I wanted it to shatter. I wanted her home destroyed in the evidence of my possession of her body. I wanted her house to look like a tornado came through it.

  The more that image ran through my mind, the harder I started to fuck her. I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them back so she was spread impossibly wide open for me. My gaze left her face and I looked down at my cock splitting her pussy open over and over with each thrust.

  I reached one hand behind her neck and forced her to me so I could plunder her mouth with my tongue. She opened her mouth to me despite her reservations a few minutes ago and I drank from her.

  Christ, I never wanted to stop kissing this woman.

  Ever.

  I felt her hands grab a hold of my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin. I could feel the steam from the shower beginning to envelope us as I drove faster and deeper inside her. I grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back to open up her neck to me. I began kissing her jaw, working my way down. “I’m always going to want you, Fiona. There isn’t anything you can do that will put an end to my craving for you. Your pussy was made for my cock, baby.”

  She let out a defenseless whimper as I bit down on her skin. I stopped trying to respect her position as a business owner after the first hickey I bit into her neck. I’ll just buy her a closet full of scarves. Problem solved.

  “We’re not getting in that shower until you cum on my cock, baby. So if you still want there to be some hot water left, I suggest you hurry this along.”

  “Oh God, Damien.”

  I made my way up to her ear and whispered, “Play with your pussy, Halloween. Dance those delicate little fingers over that hard, hot clit of yours, baby.” I picked up the pace because the image I was painting was sending tingles down my spine.

  She jerked back and looked up at me. Her chest was heaving, her body was sweating and her eyes were clouded with everything she wanted to do, but was too embarrassed.

  I slammed into her hard and deep and kept myself still inside her. “Fiona, baby, before these six months are done, there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t have done to you or with you. I plan on doing every dirty, filthy, unholy thing I have ever fantasized about doing to you. So believe me when I say, you playing with your pussy is going to be the least of our offenses.”

  I leaned in and kissed her soft, perfect lips and started pumping my steel back into her softness. “I’m going to make you love every deliciously depraved thing I do to you because I’m going to make you love me.”

  Fiona threw her had back again and came so hard around my cock I though the tight grip of her pussy was going to snap my dick off. “Fuuuck!”

  “Damien!” I watched in pride and self-male gratification as Fiona’s body twitched and thrashed about on the counter. The vision brought out the insane idea that I could sell my shares of G&C to Will and do nothing but live off the interest of my millions while I spent every waking minute I had inside this fucking woman.

  I would never misjudge an addict again for the rest of my life.

  I fucked her through her orgasm, not letting up one bit. If I couldn’t get her to love me, I was going to do my best to make her addicted to me.

  I picked her up and held her limp body to mine as I finally made our way to the shower. I pushed her back up against the tile wall and continued my assault on her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and did her best to
wrap me in her thighs, but I knew she was weak from her climax.

  I pinned her to the wall with my chest and held those thick sexy as fuck thighs in my hands. I rammed into her over and over until I felt that familiar sensation gathering at the pit of my balls.

  I picked up the pace. “I’m going to cum, baby. Your pussy’s strangling my cock so hard it’s going to make me pump you full of my seed.”

  “Yes! Oh God, yes! Damien, cum inside me!”

  Three pumps later I was emptying everything I had inside her hot, perfect center. “Fiona!”

  She tightened her arms, thighs and pussy all around me and held on as my cock seemed to twitch endlessly.

  After a while, I set her on her feet and kissed her with all the passion that I felt for her. When I pulled away she was crying. She touched her fingers to her lips. “Damien…” she whispered.

  I brushed wet strands of hair from her face. “What baby?” I whispered back.

  “Wh…what was that?”

  I wanted to confess everything. I wanted to beg forgiveness for all my previous sins and come clean about what was really going on with her parents, but I couldn’t risk her walking away. I needed to cement her to me before telling her the full truth, so I did what I’ve always done when it came to her and how I felt about her. “It was fucking. Had Jason known how to really fuck, you’d know that.”

  Chapter 13

  Fiona – I’m so not cut out for this gig.

  Vicky and I sat quietly side by side in our massage chairs as our assigned spa and massage associates work on our pedicures. It was Saturday afternoon and our entire day had been spent being pampered, plucked, polished, dyed, waxed and any other number of torture you could think of that made up a spa day.

  Before Damien and left me pissed, and oh so very sated, Wednesday night, he had informed me that G&C was having a business meet and greet sort of gala Saturday night and I was expected to attend. I had wanted to decline, because rich and powerful was just not my scene, but he coldly reminded me of my ‘girlfriend’ obligations when it had come to the agreement to keep my parents out of prison.

  I considered it a small victory when I insisted Vicky attend with us and he agreed. I wasn’t going to know anyone there and I was not going to be that stupid, unsure, uninterested wallflower while he mingled and shook hands on multi-million dollar deals.

  Damien had set Vicky up at The Four Seasons and his executive assistant, Rachel, had set both of us with this over-the-top spa day.

  I’m not going to lie, the pampering started out luxurious, but once we got the plucking and waxing and scrubbing…well, then not so much.

  “Why aren’t you removing your birth control and trapping that man into marriage, Fee? These spa treatments alone are worth going to confession every Saturday for the rest of your life.” She let out a satisfied moan as her masseuse performed more of her magic on Vee’s feet.

  “As House Wives Of Beverly Hills as that sounds, I think I’ll pass. I was kind of hoping that the father of my children would love their mother, ya know.”

  I had my eyes closed so I could only imagine the roll of Vicky’s eyes when she responded, “Pfft, puhleeeease, Fee. No man, who looks like that and has money like he does, blackmails a woman unless he loves her.”

  “That makes no sense at all. Like none at all, Vee.”

  “All I’m saying is, don’t be so quick to dismiss the possibility that he has feelings for you. He doesn’t need to resort to extortion or driving an hour back and forth from anywhere to get balls deep in some pussy. He’s extorting you and he was driving an hour back and forth for your pussy even before he knew the sex was going to be red hot.”

  “The people around us didn’t all of the sudden lose their hearing you know?”

  She snorted. “The people around us have heard worse, I’m sure.”

  Not sure which one since my eyes were closed, but one of the spa employees piped up with a ‘we have’.

  “It’s only been a week, Vee. Can we hold off trapping him into marriage until maybe month three?” I suggested.

  “Ugh, fine. But I want to go on the record that I think you’re wasting valuable time with that plan. You could be knocking out beautiful little Greystones with black hair and green eyes already.”

  I couldn’t hold in my laugh. This woman was so good for me.

  I was still feeling sort of hurt when Damien had dismissed that kiss in the shower as being a part of random fucking. It had really cut me when that he could mention another man to me as his cum was still running down my thighs.

  He was playing games with me, confusing me. One minute he would treat me like I was special, saying things like he was going to make me love him and then the next he was being cruel and reminding me that I was just an unpaid whore who didn’t need reasons or explanations.

  And I was too stupid and broken to guard myself against his whiplashing.

  Anger was my only shield, but when he touched me, anger wasn’t what I felt. Damien was using his command of my body to keep me off balanced and even though I knew that’s what he was doing, I couldn’t help but give into him. I had spent so many years letting him make me feel bad, that I craved how he made me feel good now.

  “Well, be that as it may, three months really won’t make a huge difference in the scheme of things. And besides, why can’t our babies have brown hair and brown eyes?”

  Vicky tsk’ed like I was a moron. “Because the world needs more hot black haired, green eyed gods. Quit being stingy, Fee.”

  She had a point.

  We made it back to the hotel around six. Damien agreed to let me get ready at the hotel with Vicky as long as it was understood that I’d be going home with him at the end of the night. I didn’t mention to him that I had never been confused about where I was sleeping...or not sleeping tonight.

  The spa had sent over stylist to fix our hair and makeup, so all we really had left to do was put on our dresses. Vicky had chosen a black babydoll strapless dress that showed off her toned legs to perfection. She wore a silver raindrop pendant with matching earrings and her jewelry complimented her silver strapped heels. Her red tresses where pinned up high on top of her head with a cascade of random curls falling around her head. She looked stunning. Redheads weren’t a dime a dozen like brunettes and blondes, so she was sure to stand out no matter where she went. But dressed as she was, she was going to leave the faint of heart in her wake as she made the rounds tonight.

  I had chosen-at the request of a certain overbearing male-a jade green dress that hugged my body as it flowed down to the tips of my pedicured green toes. Damien had requested I wear a dress that matched what he was wearing, but I wanted to match him, not his clothes, so I chose green for his eyes.

  The dress was held up by two poor excuses for straps and plunged low enough to show the public what I was working with. It tapered in at my waist and flared out at my hips and then loosely fell the rest of my length. It was stunning, classy and expensive.

  It was everything I was not. I didn’t even have enough sense to bring some jewelry.

  “Christ on a pogo stick, Fee. You are going to become a YouTube viral video star tonight when Damien can’t take it anymore and finally mounts you at this party in front of God and everyone.”

  I raised my brows at her. “I doubt it. Everyone will be too busy looking at you in that dress to even notice what Damien’s doing to me.”

  “Ahhh, so you admit there’s a chance of said mounting happening, huh?”

  I laughed. “Will you be serious for once?”

  She shook her head. “Never.”

  She came to stand next to me in front of the mirror that adorned the vanity room. She looked at me through the mirror. “Fuck that, Fee. We both look gorgeous.”

  I smiled at my friend. She truly was the best.

  She knew me well. “Fuck those uptight gold digging rich bitches. We’re going to walk in there proud of who we are, and ghetto or not, I will throat punch a bitch with a q
uickness if any of them come at us sideways.”

  “YouTube here we come.”

  The knock on the door announced it was time. I needed to stow away whatever anxiety I was feeling. I was show time.

  Vicky followed me and stood behind me as I answer the door to a very stunning and breathtaking Damien Greystone. He was dressed in a customary tux, but it looked like sin and danger on his body. I stepped back as he walked past me glancing quickly at Vicky. I was about to shut the door when a very grown up and hot as hell blonde haired, brown eyed William Creston followed in behind Damien. I had been so caught up in Damien’s beauty, I hadn’t even noticed Will.

  William smiled down at me and grabbing me by the shoulders leaned in to kiss me on the cheek like we were long lost friends or something. “Fiona, it’s such a pleasure to see you again.” He gave me a friendly once over before returning his gaze to mine. “You look absolutely stunning.”

  I took an involuntary step back and I know I face must have looked dazed and confused. Shock made me honest. “Well, I wish I could say the same about you. I mean, while you do look handsome in your tux, it’s not all that much of a pleasure to see you again.”

  He had the grace to flush and I saw him dart a quick look at Damien before facing me again, but before he could respond to my blunt honestly, Damien interrupted, “That’s enough, Fiona.”

  “No, Dame…she’s right. Walking in here after all these years and greeting her as if I never had anything to apologize for was an asshole thing to do.” He kept his eyes on me as he addressed Damien and his whiskey colored gaze didn’t waver as he continued. “I’m sorry, Fiona. I’m sorry for a lot of things, but right now I’m mostly sorry for treating you as if you’re still the weak girl we treated you as in school.”

  The room was silent at his apology and I realized no matter the man he is now, as children he had been just as caught up as I had been in the hurricane that was Damien Sebastian Greystone. We were all followers back then. Well, all of us except maybe Vicky. “I accept your apology, William.”