by B. B. Hamel
“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 public 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.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “Ride that fucking cock, Aria. Show me how badly you want it.”
“I want it,” I pant, working hard. “I need it. God, Ethan, I need it.”
“I know you do, pet,” he says softly. “I want to feel you come on this cock. I want to watch your face while you do it. And then I’m going to fucking fill you.” He grabs my hair and pulls me down, kissing me hard.
I keep riding, not letting up, working his cock. I should be thinking about pleasing him, about making this a good experience for him, but I can’t. I should be thinking about being his escort and not his pet, but I am his pet and I know it. All I can think about is working my hips, getting pleasure, getting more.
He grabs my ass then slaps it hard, pulling me down and thrusting into me. He rocks hard into me, the sweet slap of his cock slamming into my pussy filling the room. He grunts and keeps at it, fucking me rough, like a fucking animal.
“God damn,” he grunts, and pushes me off him. He gets onto his knees, grabs my hips, and turns me around. I spread my legs wide for him, ass in the air, as he thrusts deep into my pussy.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “This is what I wanted. This round ass sliding down my fucking cock. You know how perfect you are?”
He fucks me and I rock my hips back against him, slamming back into his thrusts. Sweat drips down my skin as he slaps his hand into my ass cheek, sending tingles of pain and pleasure rolling down my spine.
“Do it again,” I moan, surprising myself.
I can hear the grin in his voice. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” I say, tossing my hair aside and looking at him over my shoulder. “Slap my ass harder.”
He lets out a groan and does it, slapping my ass hard. I toss my head back in pure pleasure as he slams into me deeper. I work back harder, fingers curled into the sheets and pressing into the mattress.
“Again,” I say. “Please. Again.”
He slaps my ass again, palm flat into my skin. He does it again, and again. And I know there’s a bright red handprint on my cheek. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, slamming into me mercilessly, and I can feel the orgasm building.
He slaps my other cheek, nice and hard, before reaching around my hip to find my clit. I writhe back against him, working along his thick cock, as he works my clit while he fucks me.
“That’s it,” I moan. “Ethan. I’m so close. Please, let me come.”
“You want to come on this cock?” he asks. “You want to come for me, you dirty fucking girl? You’re my pet, Aria. You’re my fucking pet with your tight little pussy and your perfect fucking hips. Beg for my permission.”
“Please. Oh god, please. I need it. I need it so badly. Please let me come.”
I can feel it building. He’s not slowing down, just keeps fucking me, working my clit. I know I’m going to come and there’s nothing stopping it.
“Oh fuck,” I moan nice and deep.
“Come for me,” he grunts, fucking me, working me.
I come hard, the orgasm exploding through my mind. My body tenses and releases, pleasure rocking through my skin. I don’t know how I can even stand it, there’s just so much pleasure rolling along my spine, and I think I black out for a second.
Not long after, or maybe it’s forever, he’s still fucking me. He releases my clit and grabs my hips, slamming deep into me. He’s relentless, and it feels so fucking good.
“God damn, girl,” he groans. “I’m going to fill this cunt up. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I groan, working my hips, getting into it. “Come inside me. Go ahead. I want it. I want to feel it.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, and I can feel him. He comes deep inside my pussy, and I keep moving, working my hips, sliding along his length. I want him to come hard, and his hands dig into my flesh.
Finally, we collapse into the bed together. He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me tight against him, breathing into my hair.
“Fuck, girl,” he says softly. “You are my pet.”
“I am,” I say, nuzzling up against his chest. We’re naked and sweating and this is where I want to be, the perfect place to be. He holds me tight, and our breathing synchronizes.
I lose all sense of time with him there, and it’s perfect. We’re one together, floating in the post-sex haze of orgasm, and I can’t believe how content I feel.
I’ve never felt this way before, not with anybody. I don’t know how Ethan makes me feel this way, but he does, and it’s incredible. It’s also a little terrifying, but I’m not thinking about it too much.
I don’t want to think about what happens after this month, or really about what happens five minutes from now. I just want to enjoy this moment, perfect and right and good. This is all I need or want.
17
Ethan
I breathe in her smell and feel like I’m going to pass out. I’m so tired, so exhausted, and I feel so content and comfortable lying in bed with her, still covered in sweat.
I didn’t plan this. Frankly, I didn’t know what I was going to do when I saw her. Part of me wanted to throw her out and never see her again, but I knew I couldn’t do that. Not really, not even in my deepest anger.
This issue with Richard isn’t going to go away, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t take it out on Aria. I never told her that we had to be subtle and quiet. I told her that I was going to spoil her and that she could do anything she wanted, more or less, and then I neglected her. I deserve what I’m getting, but I won’t make that same mistake twice. I won’t take this out on her, because she doesn’t deserve it.
I run my fingers down her back and she shivers. “That feels good,” she says softly.
“Yeah?” I softly rub her back. “What else feels good?”
“Everything,” she says, laughing, and looks up at me. “Why are you here?”
“Decided to take off work today.”
“Oh,” she says. “I’m glad you did.”
“Me too.” I laugh lightly. “I didn’t plan that, you know.”
“That’s okay,” she says. “I didn’t mind.”
“I’m sure you didn’t. But I’m usually more...”
“In control?” she finishes.
“Exactly. But with you, it’s different.”
“Why?” She sits up and looks at me, hair spilling down around us.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly.
She smiles and looks away. “That makes me happy, either way.”
“I want to get to know you.”
“What do you want to know?” she asks.
“Your childhood.”
“Not much to say.” She shrugs a little bit. “I grew up with my dad. Mom died when I was really young.”