“I'm all right, Mark,” I assured him, as I smiled stiffly and walked into the lobby. Inside, I felt torn up as I made my way to the elevator bank and pushed the button, staring at the ground. Something was different today. I unlocked the door and showered, slipping on some lounge pants as I poured a drink at the bar. I paced the suite restlessly before going over to my phone and picking it up, staring at the screen. I was just sending Elisa a text when there was a knock at the door, and I watched as it sent before I put the phone down with a sigh.
I opened the door and let Sharon in, looking at her in the tight leggings and white shirt. She appeared more like a professional massage therapist today. “I didn’t know you owned clothes like that for work,” I told her, as her eyes darkened and she walked by, her head held high. Perhaps she had dressed like that in the beginning, but I couldn’t remember now. I sensed that she was going to have an attitude, and I almost sent her away, but remained silent as she covered the bed with her towel. “Why did you call?”
“I missed seeing you, Damon. You’ve been a client for a long time,” she replied, as I realized that she was right. I’d been getting massages from Sharon for a couple of years now. She was a good girl, and, as long as she knew her place, I’d keep her around. “I apologize for the last time we spoke. I lost myself for a moment, but I know what this is now.”
“What’s that, Sharon?” I asked, as I strode forward and stood behind her.
“It doesn’t go past that door, and I’ll have no expectations,” she explained, as she stared forward.
“Good girl,” I responded, as I dropped onto the mattress and kicked my pants off. As far as a massage, it felt good. Sharon’s hands pressed into my muscles as I tensed a few times, and my cock was even at half-mast, though I didn’t want to ravage her like before.
“You’re tense. Is everything okay?” Sharon asked, as she stroked my neck firmly.
“Work stuff,” I mumbled, as she continued to rub my skin. The oils were slick on my skin, and I closed my eyes, imagining Elisa doing the rubbing as I felt myself harden against the towel. Her hands on my body would be so hot, and I smiled as I felt Sharon move to my back, kneading as I relaxed into the bed. I was so into my fantasy that I believed it was Elisa that slid her hands over my ass and between my legs. “Fuck,” I groaned, as fingers teased my balls and stroked slowly, slick with oil.
“I knew you wanted it,” the voice was garbled as I lifted my hips and allowed access. The hand tightened around me as I moaned and rocked as someone encouraged me to roll over.
“Elisa, yes,” I moaned as I moved onto my back, ready for her.
“Who is that?” I opened my eyes to see Sharon staring at me with hurt eyes. “Are you seeing someone?”
“Get your mouth on me, Sharon.” My voice was firm, and she licked her lips before crawling over me and bobbing her head over my cock. She moaned with the movement, and I pulled the bun out of her hair to hold her still as I rocked against her. I heard her protest as I started to fuck her in earnest, needing the release. “Take it. Swallow my come,” I ordered, as I watched her move over me.
I shot deep in her throat as she gagged slightly, pulling away to stare at me.
“Is that all?”
“Finish the massage,” I told her, turning over on my stomach and closing my eyes. A part of me felt badly, deep down inside, a place that I’d never had feelings before. There would always be a part of me that was dominant and got off on women doing what I told them, but perhaps I was getting more selective now.
I’d come hard.
Sharon finished the full body massage before she left, accepting the bills I slipped into her hand as she prepared to leave. She took her towel and stuffed it into the bag, closing the door behind her as I took a deep breath. I knew that she was still feeling the pain from before, since I could see it in her eyes. I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I just wondered why I got so involved in the fantasy with Elisa.
I remembered the text that I sent her earlier and strolled over to wash my hands, grabbing the phone to take it to the bed. I knew that the oil was still on my skin, but I paid a lot for this room, and they could wash the sheets. I opened my messages and saw that she’d responded about fifteen minutes after my original message. Elisa was shy, even with her words, and I smiled as I glanced down to see my cock hardening again. I skipped the message feature and dialed the number, smiling as I heard her voice on the other end.
“Damon? Are you okay?” Her voice was filled with concern, and it filled me with something stronger than lust.
“Just thinking about you,” I responded, enjoying her giggle. “Are you still at work?”
“We quit early tonight. Vince had a meeting,” she replied, as I narrowed my eyes.
“Is he interested in you?” I asked her, as she gasped on the other end.
“What?”
“You heard me,” I growled, suddenly angry as I sat up. “Has he shown interest in you?”
“I turned him down, Damon. Everyone thinks that I have a boyfriend at school,” Elisa told me, as I ran a hand through my hair.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” My voice softened, as I dropped back against the pillows. “Do you see it?”
“I don’t see what you see,” she told me softly, as I longed to show her in every possible way. “I don’t know why you’re even pursuing me.”
“I want you, Elisa.” I didn’t call women on the phone. I didn’t have conversations with them once I had slept with them, and rarely before. Elisa was different. “Where are you?”
“Home. I have to study,” she replied, as I slid my hand down my stomach.
“Are you alone?” I could hear the rise in my voice as she went silent on the other end.
“For once, yes,” she replied, as I closed my eyes. “I don’t know how long.”
“Are you in bed?” I asked, as I heard her shuffling around.
“Yeah,” she said, as I gripped myself.
“Touch yourself, Elisa. Tell me how wet I make you,” I said, as I stroked myself slow and hard.
“I…Damon. I’ve never done this over the phone,” Elisa sounded nervous as I listened carefully. There was some shuffling and then a breathy moan. “Oh, God.”
“There you go,” I murmured, not wanting to scare her. Elisa was new to a lot of things, and I needed to take this slow. “I’m so hard right now. I wish I could slide my cock up and down your wet pussy.” I heard her cry out and smiled, knowing that I was getting to her. “It is wet?”
“Yes, oh, yes,” she whispered as I heard her moan again. I kept the talk going as I stroked myself, timing it to the orgasm that I knew she was close to having. “Oh, Damon. I’m…oh!” I clenched my hand tighter around myself and shot into the air as she moaned uncontrollably on the other end. This was so easy, and I jerked as my heat dropped on me.
They’d have to wash the comforter now.
Elisa
I felt heat wash over my skin as I pulled my slick hand away from my body, listening to Damon come on the other end of the line. It was incredible, and I closed my eyes in the room as I wondered what the hell was happening to me. I wanted to come again, and my fingers moved over my sensitive nub as I dropped my head back. I was lost in Damon, and I stroked myself as I let out another soft cry, timed with his moan. “I can’t stop touching myself. I can’t get enough, Damon.”
“I want to taste you, baby. I want that sweet clit in my mouth,” Damon told me, as I moaned again. “I want your legs spread wide before me.”
“Uh…oh,” I stammered as I felt another wave wash over me before I jerked back and bit my arm to keep quiet. “Ouch!” I whispered as I stared at my pale skin.
“Are you okay?” Damon asked, as I laughed.
“I bit myself. I was so into that…oh my God,” I marveled, as his low chuckle filled the phone.
“I’ll kiss that all better tomorrow in my office, unless you want to join me tonight,” He teased, as my eyes widened. “I can h
ave Mark come and get you, and then me. I just finished a meeting.”
“What kind of meeting can you do…that at?” I asked as I blushed.
“One that is over. Should I send him?”
“I have class,” I told him, as my mind raced.
“Bring some stuff. He’ll take you to school,” Damon suggested, as I agreed and told him the address.
“I know where you live,” he said as I blushed again. “I’ll see you soon.”
I rushed around the tiny room, cleaning up in the bathroom before I hurried back into the room to pull on some jeans and a pink burnout t-shirt with a hoodie over it. I threw a pair of leggings and a tunic into my school backpack, as well as a few things that I’d need after a shower.
What was I doing? I couldn’t spend the night with my boss when we’d be working together the following day. This was too risky, and I dropped on my bed as I took a slow breath. Everyone would find out, and I’d be talked about all over the building, which was the least of my worries. I might lose the internship.
I heard his voice inside of my head and stood again. “I just need to get him out of my system, and I’ll be okay. This will end.” I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and left the apartment, locking the door behind me before I approached the curb. I saw the Bentley parked and running as I approached, and a man stepped out of the driver’s seat and held the back door open for me. “Hi,” I said nervously as he looked me over.
“Miss Moore. We’ll be picking up Damon, and then be on our way,” he said to me in a professional voice, even as I saw the concern on his handsome face.
“Thanks,” I replied, as I slipped inside and let him close the door. The seats were soft and buttery, and I sank back with a sigh. There was a bar in the car, as well as a music system that was better than anything I’d ever seen in a house, let alone a car. It was an absolute luxury, and I buckled the seat belt as we pulled into traffic.
The windows were dark, as I already knew from previous sightings, and it was exhilarating to know that nobody could see me in here. I’d stare at this car and wonder who was inside of it, if I were driving beside me, and I looked around to see if anyone was doing that to me. It was too dark to see. I wondered what else I could do in this car, noticing the blackened window that separated me from Mark. My imagination ran wild, and I leaned against the glass to see as we pulled into a driveway and parked in front of what I knew to be one of the best hotels in the area. I wondered again about his meeting, and how Damon would be able to do what he did over the phone here.
God, I hated my insecurity.
I heard voices and then the door opened before Damon slid inside. His eyes were hot on me as he moved over and kissed me hard, taking my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he nestled closer to me, kissing me into a state where there was no rhyme or reason—just want. A part of me knew that the car was moving as I wrapped my legs around Damon and moved over him, our tongues dancing together wildly. He pulled away and stared at me with crazy eyes before he withdrew my arms from around his body. “Which arm?”
I held up my right arm, and he slipped the sleeve up, staring intently at my pale skin with the clear mark of my teeth. He leaned in and kissed it, as promised, and I stared at him as my heart tumbled loosely in my chest. I fell a little harder for him in that moment.
“You did this for me.” His words were soft as he stared at me before kissing the skin again. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I replied with wonder, as he slipped a hand into my hair and kissed me again. We made out the entire way to his place, and I jumped as the car stopped, embarrassed by what I’d been doing. My lips were tingling, and I laughed as he smiled and kissed me again.
Damon opened the door once I was put back together, and I glanced around at the apartment complex that we were at. “Is this yours?”
“I live in another place, but I wanted to show you something,” he said, as he took my hand and led me into the pretty courtyard that featured a waterfall and small pond with a lot of plants. He turned right and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He opened a door and pulled me inside as he turned on a light. It was a spacious apartment with a sunken living room and modern kitchen. The furnishings were modern and clean. “Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful,” I replied, confused. There was no possible way that I could afford something like this, unless I worked several years at the firm.
“I want you to live here,” he told me, as I stared at him in shock. “It can be included in your wage, and it’s already furnished.”
“Damon, you must be insane. This is too nice for me,” I protested, as he pulled me closer for a slow kiss.
“You live in a shit hole right now, Elisa. It isn’t safe, whereas this apartment is. You could live on your own and have privacy, and it’s close to work,” he told me in between soft brushes of his lips.
“I can’t afford this. I only work part time for you and intern the rest of the time,” I protested, as Damon lifted me and carried me down the hallway. He kissed me the entire time until my ass hit a mattress. I looked around. The bedroom was gorgeous, with a big picture window and a big bed centered against the wall.
“This is one of two bedrooms. The other is upstairs, with a balcony, and is slightly bigger.” I felt his lips crash against mine as I pulled him closer, lost in his mouth. I knew that I was in trouble as he removed my sweatshirt before kissing my neck thoroughly.
“Why are you doing all of this?” I asked, as he pushed my shirt up and found my nipple under the lace of the bra with his mouth. “Oh, Damon.”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, as he unhooked the front and pulled it to the side, sucking me hard into his mouth. I dropped my arms, and he pinned them as he worshiped my body, edging me closer to a release with long draws of my skin between his teeth in between kisses. When he finally let my hands go, I ripped my jeans down myself and spread my legs open as I stared at him. “Do you want this?” Damon asked me in a husky voice as he moved to stand, staring at me.
“I want this more than I’ve wanted anything,” I promised him, as I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I knew that he couldn’t see it since there was only a little light coming from the living room and some moonlight shining through the bedroom windows high on the wall. All sense of logic left me as I struggled to breathe, all concern over my job and future gone. I just wanted him, buried inside of me, as deep as he could go as I came around him. He lifted his shirt off, and I stared at his muscled abdomen in awe before lowering my eyes to see him slip his pants down slowly. God, he was so hard and thick, making me remember the moment that I was on my knees before him.
“Touch yourself,” Damon told me, as he dropped before me on the mattress, holding himself in his hand. I was scared, but reached down to finger my needy clit as I watched him stroke himself slowly. “Are you on any birth control?” I nodded as I got lost in the sensations coursing through my body. “I want you bare. I’m clean and get checked regularly to make sure of that. I never have sex without a condom, but I need to with you. I want to feel all of you.”
I knew that I was insane, but I needed him and I’d agree to anything. He watched me masturbate for a few moments longer before he dropped down and drew my legs up to his shoulders. Damon positioned himself in front of me, sliding in slow and deep as I cried out his name. He filled me as I reached for his waist to pull him deeper. Every thrust stretched me, making me wetter as he drove himself in and pushed my legs back, making me moan his name.
I wanted to think about the risk involved in this as I was pressed back against the pillows hard with every movement. I wanted to reflect on his past and my future, but all that was in my mind and body was a need for Damon. Hot and wet, I needed him. I pressed my feet against his chest as I grew closer to the release I’d been craving since seeing Damon for the first time.
It was as good as expected, and possibly better, as I arched my back and screamed his name. Every nerve ending reacted as my mind went
blank and I exploded around him, tightening as he drove himself in deeper and cried out my name. Everything sounded disjointed to me as my body seemed to temporarily leave me, and I came to moments later, with him beside me, breathing heavily with wide eyes. “What just happened?” I asked weakly, as I ran my hands over my skin to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming this.
“Magic,” he responded, as he dropped down and faced me. “Fucking magic.”
I thought back to the rest of the night; the phone call and rushing out to find his car. I thought about what we did in the car together as I looked around this room in shock. This place didn’t belong to either of us, and we’d just had sex in this room. I blushed, feeling guilty as he moved his hand to turn my face. “What is it?” Damon asked me firmly, as I licked my swollen lips nervously.
“It’s just that…this isn’t your place or mine,” I started to say, as he soothingly stroked my damp cheek.
“I want it to be yours,” he said, as I shook my head. “Let me explain, Elisa. My stepfather, Ken, was the first CEO of Elkus Manfredi. He’s a wealthy man and invests in complexes such as this, as many do, for financial reasons. This particular one is used for new employees who may be moving from another area and need some time to find a permanent place, which I see you doing in some ways.”
“I am just an intern who gets paid for part-time work, work that is done with the man I just slept with. Oh, God,” I cried, as I covered my face. “This isn’t who I am.”
“I never thought that you slept with every man who employed you, Elisa. You’ve worked your ass off to get where you are, and this fucking pride that you cling to so tightly is beyond me. Don’t you think that you have a better chance of keeping a job at the firm?” I looked back over at him as a tear slid down my cheek. “Hard work pays off.”
“Will anyone there see that? Will they think that I worked for anything, or that I seduced the boss to get higher in the company, or, worse yet, to get taken care of?” I asked brokenly, feeling all the pleasure from the night begin to fade. I closed my eyes as he covered my body with his, fighting the pull as he held my face and stared at me.
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