by Hazel Parker
I needed to fucking get a bodyguard for my cock. Jesus Christ. What had my DOM life come to that now I was the one needing “protection” from the clients instead of the other way around?
“Yeah, pretty much,” she said. “I mean, there’s more to it than that, obviously. It’s…”
“It’s better the old-fashioned way,” I said, preferring to get right to the point. “Just us together naked.”
But strangely, unlike before, this particular line didn’t seem to get Emily riled up. It didn’t dissuade her by any means, but there was a clear awkwardness that we both had to admit to.
“But it’s strange to say it like this out loud, huh?”
“You could say that again,” Emily said with a relieved laugh.
Just as I thought.
“Tell you what,” I said, taking caution to choose each word carefully. “I’ll sit on it and think some. You are correct that I’ve never been hired for a job like this. If you can even call it a job. So I’m not committing to anything, but I’m also not saying no.”
“But you’re not saying yes right now?”
What a bizarre, strange, confusing conversation this was. I couldn’t even pinpoint Emily’s level of excitement anymore, and aside from being a dom, that was my greatest strength. “Never before” was a phrase that was too often misused, but in this case, it was absolutely true.
Also, she was good. She was clearly an experienced businesswoman. Not many clients could negotiate like she could.
“No, I am not.”
I took a sip of my drink. Emily nodded and bowed her head. Perhaps she was finally getting the hint. I prepared to finish my drink and tell her that I would talk to her some other time.
“But don’t think I’m saying yes right now.”
Emily looked up at me with a glimmer in her eye, as if something had just come to her. I tried not to show any regret, but I’d violated one of my internal rules to not say any more than I had to. I felt like I’d given her an in to try and persuade me more.
“I hear you are quite the car buff?”
Well, yes, but can’t see how this would lead to anything else.
I nodded, but I took this as a cue to wind down the night. Emily probably wanted to change the topic so the evening wouldn’t end on a terribly awkward note. I decided to play along, if for no other reason than I hadn’t given a hard no to the job offer.
That, and this woman was still quite hot.
“So you were asking about me?” I said dryly.
Emily blushed. There was something I so very much relished about being able to dictate her moods like this.
“I suppose it would be accurate to say I am,” I continued. “I have a collection of cars somewhere. A garage’s worth, in fact. It’s a hobby of mine.”
I could have spoken for hours on end about cars and my love of them. But since this felt like the winding down of a conversation, I decided I’d just hint at it and table it for whenever we next met again. I knew full well I would see Emily again. She wouldn’t let me get away without at least a firm answer.
“Well, I’ve got something else to sweeten the deal if you agree to this.”
“Oh?”
Obviously, something car related. I’d had a lot of offers in my day, though, but—
“A 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO in mint condition. I’ll sign it over to you if you agree to this. Still get the five million.”
Is. She. Fucking. Serious?
There were only thirty-nine of those ever made in the entire world. There was rare, there was collector’s item, and then there was the ‘62 Ferrari 250 GTO. It felt more like an urban legend than anything that actually existed. And yet…
It was arguable that such a vehicle would actually be worth more than the five million Emily said she’d pay. But I didn’t even give a shit about it. It was more about the pursuit of something so rare and so unique. I didn’t get floored very often. In fact, ever since I’d gotten into DOM, I couldn’t remember ever being genuinely surprised.
But fuck me, Emily Lorne had pulled off the impossible. She had shocked me.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I said, believing that this had to be a scam or a trick of some sort.
“Maybe. I am a little desperate, after all,” she said, a smirk forming on her lips.
Jesus. This girl’s really fucking serious about getting my cum inside of her one way or another. So much so she’d give me that fucking car.
I truly have never seen anything like this. Ever. Ever. Fucking ever!
“How the fuck did you even acquire a ‘62 250 GTO?” I said, still doubting the likelihood of this story. “The last one sold was for, shit, I think fifty million!”
“Well, my father was one of the original buyers. And, on top of that, he got approval from Enzo Ferrari himself.”
“The namesake of Ferrari,” I said with almost reverential awe. “Who the fuck is your father?”
Emily shrugged. I didn’t like this. She suddenly looked like the one in control here. She’d found a weak point of mine. I’d have to lay off on showing my enthusiasm for cars—or at least reel it in since that cat had probably already gotten out of the damn bag.
“Let’s just leave it at he came from money.”
“Came?”
“Yeah, remember, I’m not some college co-ed. My father died a few years back. Mom’s still around, but she’s grumpy and miserly in New York. Anyway, that’s all to say that my father left the car to me in his will. I haven’t done much with it, but it sure seems like it’ll make for a useful bargaining chip.”
Shit. I really wished I’d not let myself show so much enthusiasm. And this was why stoicism was the best trait to have as a DOM.
“Well, you did sweeten the deal pretty nicely there, but I still need to think about it.”
Alas, Emily seemed utterly non-plussed by what I said. She had regained her confidence and felt powerful.
And my instinct, when I saw a woman who felt like they had that kind of power over me, was to handcuff her behind her back and have my way with her. Show her who was boss.
But unfortunately, in this fucking case, that would be playing exactly into what she wanted!
Never before had I felt so much like someone had lured me into a trap. It was a damn good thing Emily was a good person and, for the most part looking to work with me, not against me. I didn’t like this feeling.
“Well, think on it some more, and let’s meet tomorrow,” she said with way too much confidence compared to five minutes ago. “In the meantime, here’s my first offering to you. Tonight’s bar tab.”
She tossed me a twenty. I nearly grabbed her arm mid-air and pulled her into me just so I could remind her I was in charge.
But that was the fucking thing. I wasn’t sure I was as much as I wanted to be.
“I’ll text you details in the morning.”
And with that, Emily Lorne left, somehow seeming to score a victory over me when I didn’t even think she was capable of pulling such a feat off.
I finished my Manhattan, slid the twenty to the bartender, and made my way back to my hotel room, about a five-minute walk from the bar. I used the walk to ruminate on what had just happened, all the while remaining alert to my surroundings and making sure nothing could catch me off-guard. It may have been downtown Miami, but danger was everywhere, it was just a question of if it was targeted at you or not.
On the one hand, the car was fucking nice. One of thirty-nine in the entire fucking world. And it would be mine at no cost other than a few minutes of watching porn, coming into a cup, and walking away.
But it wasn’t like having that car would magically transform my life. I was already, frankly, rich as I needed to be, and I liked my life very much as it was. I got to kick ass, live in quiet solitude, and I had my health. What more could a man in my shoes really want?
That, however, wasn’t the real reason I was hesitant about this deal.
It wasn’t…it wasn’t as fucking easy as just pu
mping and running. If I was going to have a kid…well, fuck, I didn’t want him to just never know about me. The idea of having a child in this world seemed impossible to me. Those who were related to me or loved me usually ended up dead or running the hell away from me.
Parents, dead in a car wreck.
Sister, distant and hadn’t heard from her in years.
First love, joined the military and died.
Difficult as it was, I’d fucking handled all of those situations as best as I could. I knew there was nothing I could do. But the idea of bringing someone into this world, living with the fear something bad could happen to them…
No, that wasn’t going to fucking happen.
But if it did happen…
If you did bite the bullet and take this deal…
Well, I suppose someone as rich and well-off as Emily would make for a hell of a fucking mother. The kid would never be left wanting. And while Emily had offered for me not to be involved, thinking it would make the deal better, I suspected that me saying I’d at least want the right to make appearances as I desired would be a point in her favor. Or would it?
By the time I got back to the hotel room, I was giving serious thought to saying yes. Ridiculous, right? I’d always found the idea of me being a father patently absurd. As impossible as the idea of Scott or Liam starting families of their own.
Funny how that worked. Funny how long the idea of following the three rules lasted up to the point that real love and real romance felt like a possibility.
I laid on the bed and tried to close my eyes, but I couldn’t fucking sleep. The debate played out with far too much ferocity in my head. My DOM side wanted to say no. I had plenty of fucking money, I’d never drive that damn car anyway, and I didn’t need to bring life into this world when my greatest skill was taking it out.
My human side, a side I’d suppressed pretty damn well and mostly left for dead in my subconscious, was making a comeback and wanting to say yes. It didn’t mean anything other than five minutes at a sperm bank. Whatever happened after that was up to me.
There was one thing, though, I could say for certain.
Thinking about Emily like this, imagining doing it the old-fashioned way, with her naked body right there for me to do as I pleased…I mean, the thought was certainly strong.
Very fucking strong.
I was rock hard. I had her number. All I needed to do was just text her, tell her to come to my room, and the instant she walked inside and the door was shut, just control her and fuck her senseless.
No.
I had to be better than that.
But I had to get release or I would never fucking sleep.
I went into the bathroom, got into the shower stall, and found some body wash that would have to function as a sort of improvised lube. I put some into my hands, rubbed them together, touched my cock, and started stroking myself as I imagined Emily in the shower with me. I’d press her body up against the sliding glass door, taking her from behind with sheer force.
I’d rub her clit while I was inside her. She wouldn’t know how to handle the intensity of the sensations. She’d moan my name while I rammed my cock so far inside of her. I’d squeeze her breasts with her other hand, her whole curvy body slamming into mine.
I’d turn her around and press her back against the wall. I’d take her again, sliding my tongue down her throat while my cock penetrated deeper and deeper inside of her. I’d feel my cock swell. I’d grunt louder and harder as I pressed deeper.
No. This was real life. I was approaching orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, Emily,” I grunted.
I felt it reach the edge. I closed my eyes, moaned loudly, and came as I thought of her on her knees in front of me, taking the deluge of cum erupting out of my cock.
She wouldn’t fucking be taking me to a sperm bank. I’d be taking her right here in this fucking hotel room.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered to myself as I slowly came back down.
My legs were wobbly. My body was loose, warm, and tired. I grabbed a towel, cleaned my hands and my dick, and stepped back to the bed. I pulled the covers up.
It worked for only about ten minutes before thoughts of Emily’s naked body came roaring back, making it damn near impossible to get any semblance of shuteye. For better or for worse, this girl was going to haunt my dreams and dance in my nightmares until I committed to her—or perhaps until I said yes to her. Rare was the person who got in my head, but even rarer was the person who managed to stay there for long.
In the case of one Emily Lorne, however, the fact she’d already made me jerk off had me convinced this one was going to be just a bit different.
Chapter 5: Emily
As I made my way back to my house, I felt utterly relieved I got that out.
We’d made no deal, but we sure as hell had made some progress. And it was a damn good thing my father had given me that collector’s car. I really didn’t think much of it at the time, in fact, aside from one visit after his death to ensure its authenticity, I’d mostly just let it stay in the garage, safely protected from the outside elements and remaining preserved.
But I wasn’t thinking about the car. I was thinking about how damn handsome he looked.
Even after all this time, I still couldn’t shake thinking about how chiseled he looked…how much his presence overwhelmed me…how he had such an intensity to him that I’d never felt anywhere else.
Granted, even considering there was no deal, not everything had gone according to plan. Having the OBGYN on call had probably proved to be a touch too optimistic and a waste of some money. I’d meant to ask him about some family history questions so I could get a sense of any potential health concerns. At least if he said yes, he’d have to answer them anyway, but I would have preferred some clarity over no clarity.
Still, I got as much as I could have out of the night. It was weird, it was awkward, it was funny, it was bizarre…but there was chemistry, and there was still a possibility.
Enough chemistry, in fact, that I sort of wondered if we might yet end up doing it the old-fashioned way.
But I dismissed such a thought as silly. And in some respects, it would be counterproductive. Burke would probably decline the contract if I fucked him, something about not violating the third rule I’d heard about from Kelly.
But then again, those boys had shown a willingness to break their own rules for the right woman. And maybe I was the right woman in the long run for Burke. But that was a question not worth examining for the moment—only the short term mattered.
I think.
The Next Day
I got to sleep in on this Saturday morning, which was a damn good thing since my mind was racing with possibilities from the night before.
I began my day by trying to clear my mind with an early morning jog. It was something of a Saturday morning tradition, so at least it wasn’t breaking from character too much. I couldn’t say it worked perfectly, but there was something nice about breaking a sweat and letting the mind clear itself a bit.
When I got back to my place, I made myself my customary morning smoothie, a healthy mix of kale, bananas, peanut butter, and a few other ingredients. I liked to say that while I couldn’t guarantee the day would go well, I could always guarantee that at least breakfast would. And given that I was bound to see, or at least hear from, Burke later, I had to make sure something went right today.
I hopped in the shower, taking my time and enjoying the warm water running down my body. When that came to a close, I wrapped a towel around me and headed to the kitchen to grab my phone. I unlocked—
BAM BAM BAM BAM.
A series of knocks came at the door, followed by a buzzing sound.
That was…odd. Not frightening or disturbing, but it wasn’t exactly like people dropped in unannounced. I figured it was probably a next-door neighbor of mine, Kate, a woman that loved to gossip, but maybe I’d forgotten about the UPS man or something. I retightened the towel around my bod
y and headed for the door.
I peeked out and felt a rush of excitement when none other than Burke was standing there.
“Hi,” he said, showing no shame about eying me up and down.
“Oh my God, what…what are you…how did you…security doesn’t…”
Burke chuckled. I should have known. This was the kind of shit that he did for a living. A security guard working the front desk of a nice complex, no matter how well paid, was never going to match the efforts of someone in DOM.
“I hate to break it to you, but your security sucks,” he said, looking like he didn’t hate having to say it at all. “Since we’re going to talk, I figured I’d come over anyway. Mind if I come in?”
Jesus. Was this really going to happen right now?
Why did I think it was so possible that he’d just rip that towel off of me and do whatever he wanted with my naked body?
Because I want him to and because if he knew he could, he probably would.
“I’m a bit underdressed, but, uh, sure,” I said, knowing I was probably redder than a tomato in the face. “Come on in.”
His lips barely moved, but there was enough there for me to know that he was smirking. He wanted this. He wanted to regain that position of power that he was used to having. It was…intoxicatingly arousing.
I took a deep breath.
“Relax,” he said, “I’m just here to continue yesterday’s conversation.”
I nodded. He walked past me, and I half-hoped he’d grab me and take me right there. But that moment didn’t happen. When he was out of range, he sat on the couch, leaned back, and looked like he belonged in my home.
For a brief moment, I had a flashback to how Sean would do things. He, too, had shown up unannounced. But unlike Burke, he had a violent streak and wasn’t afraid to grab me to make his point. My therapist would point out Burke is reintroducing me to old patterns with new outcomes.
But still, it was not the way I expected my morning to go by any stretch of the imagination. At least arousal was a far better outcome than anxiety.
“Well, um, I think I should get dressed first,” I said, my voice cracking.