Envy

by Summer Wynter

  “I promise. He won’t hear it from me.”

  “I’m applying for a counseling degree.”

  “Oh.” He thought back to her father’s snide comments about “helping people” and started putting together the pieces of the puzzle. “I take it this is part of your idea that your father thinks is foolish.”

  She nodded.

  “Will you tell me that idea?”

  She stared at him with some scrutiny. “You promise you won’t laugh like all those rich friends of his and yours with their cars and houses?”

  “On my grandmother’s grave.”

  She took in a deep breath, steeling herself for his response. “I want to open a non-profit that provides mental health care to the homeless.”

  Connor didn’t laugh. In fact, he was impressed. He was also surprised that woman this young would be so concerned for others.

  “Well?” she said defiantly.

  He realized that he hadn’t spoken so she was probably waiting for him to come back with a snide remark. “I’m sorry, Rebecca. I was shocked, but in the best of ways.”

  “Oh?” she said in the same challenging tone as before.

  “I’m impressed that someone your age would be so concerned and thoughtful towards others. Also, I think what you want to do is very noble and worthy of your attention and hard work. If there is anything I can do to help you, do let me know.”

  Her face softened. “Thank you. You’re the first person to say that to me.”

  “The first?” he said genuinely surprised.

  “My father hates it. All my old classmates from the boarding schools hate. All my friends from college say it would be a waste of effort. Everyone says I’m an I’ve to believe that it would even work for five minutes but…” She bit her lip.

  He leaned forward. “What is it Rebecca?”

  “A friend of mine… no, my best friend, Abigail. She’s the reason I’m doing this. She was like me. Jumping from prep school to prep school. We always kept in touch. Then… one day she had a mental breakdown. Just snapped. Her parents put her with the best hospitals and the best doctors but none of them could help her. At some point, they decided she wasn’t trying hard enough. So they stopped helping. She ended up homeless. I tried to help. But she was so paranoid of everyone even me. When I told this story to some of my pre-med friends they guessed PTSD. All the symptoms fit. Just no one was sure why it had happened.”

  “Do you know why?”

  She shook her head. “No one knows. And now no one will ever know. She died. Froze to death outside a shelter. After that I decided that I was going to open a mental health facility to try to help people like Abigail.” She wiped away a tear from her face and smiled.

  Connor reached across the table and took her hand. “I am so sorry that happened to your friend. And I am even more sorry that your father is not supportive in your pursuits.”

  She squeezed his hand in return and smiled.

  “Should we have dessert?” he said trying to turn the subject to better things.

  “Yes, please,” she replied gratefully.

  “I afraid I’m not as good at desserts as I am at main dishes. But I do know people who are.” He took their plates to the kitchen and then returned with an intricate fruit tart on a plate.

  “Oooohh,” she said looking at the dish with wide eyes.

  “I can assure you, it tastes just as good as it looks,” he said with a wink. He sat down and they both picked up their forks.

  “This is delicious,” she said after the first bite. “Where did you get this?”

  “There’s a bakery just around the corner from here,” he replied enjoying another bite. “It’s a wonder I’m not fat with the desserts they make.”

  Rebecca moaned in appreciation. “You have to take me there sometime.”

  “I could take you there for breakfast tomorrow.” He looked up at her hesitantly. But she was nodding.

  “We may just have to do that.” She looked at him with a look that started a fire in him. He wanted her.

  He put down his fork and stood from his chair. Slowly he walked around the table until he was standing next to her chair. Her gaze had followed him. She was staring up at him a look of anticipation on her face. He ran his fingers up her arm, over her shoulder, and hooked his fingers around her neck. Her head tilted back and her lips opened in a quiet gasp.

  “How far will you let me go?” he asked.

  “I don’t want to have sex yet,” she replied.

  He nodded.

  “But I do want you to touch me.” She pulled up the hem of her skirt until her knees were exposed.

  He rotated her chair so that they were facing each other. He went to his knees in front of her. “How do you feel about being restrained?”

  “I’d like to try it,” she replied.

  He pulled two pieces of black satin from his pocket. “Do you remember your safe word?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it to me.”

  “Greenbrair.”

  “Very good. Now, I’m going to tie you to this chair. And then I’m going to put my hands up your skirt.”

  She bit her lip and moaned in anticipation.

  “And if you’re good, I just might use my tongue on you as well. Sound good?”

  “Yes,” she replied panting.

  “If you’re ready, I want you to hang onto the sides of the chair.”

  She only hesitated for a second. Then she reached back and grabbed the sides of the chair. The back ended before the seat so it was easy to wrap the satin ties around her wrist and the rungs of the chair.

  “Is that too tight?” he said as he pulled the knot closed on the first one.

  She shook her head.

  He tied her other wrist and made sure it was just a little tighter. He leaned back again and saw that she was flushed and her breath coming faster. He touched her cheek and she immediately leaned into his touch, craving his comfort. He leaned forward and kissed her. Immediately her mouth opened and he tasted the sweet dessert they had been sharing on her tongue.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered to her. His hand left her face and both slid up the outside of her thighs. Her breath was coming faster now. He reached up to her hip bones and hooked his fingers on her underwear. Slowly he pulled them off, letting his fingers skim her thighs as he did so. One foot at a time he pulled them over her high heels, then set them down on the floor.

  “Scoot yourself forward in the chair,” he said to her. She used her feet for leverage and pushed herself forward until her ass was just at the edge of the chair.

  “Perfect,” he replied pushing her legs apart and her skirt up. Now his fingers trailed the insides of her thighs all the way up to her downy haired mound. He felt his mouth water. He wanted to taste her so. But he wanted to see her reactions first. He slid his deft fingers up her wetness and gently pressed on her clit.

  Her reaction was immediate and amazing. Her back arched and she began gasping for air. He continued pressing on it. She writhed and strained against the satin ties. He stood on his knees between hers and unbuttoned her shirt while still massaging her clit. Her bra matched her panties and he was pleased to discover that the clasp was in the front. One pull, and the two sides came unsnapped and very quickly after unhooked. He pulled aside one cup to reveal her glorious white mound. Her rosy pink nipples were already standing at attention. He couldn’t let that go to waste. He leaned forward and sucked on one. She cried out. He slid his fingers down.

  “No please… please…” she begged.

  But he had a plan she knew she was going to enjoy. He slid his fingers inside of her and curled them forward to press on her g-spot at the same time as he bit lightly on her nipple. Now she was screaming and writhing in earnest.

  “Ahh! Oh God Connor!” she shouted.

  He sucked on her nipple hard before letting go to stare at her face as he pulsed his fingers on her g-spot again and again. She was beautiful. Head tilted back, mouth open, spin
e arched, arms straining. She was perfect.

  “Very good,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re so very responsive. So good.” He kissed her neck and she moaned as his teeth dug in at the same time as his fingers. “I’m going to taste you now.”

  “Oh God yes,” she moaned. He needed no further encouragement. He sat back on his heels and liked his lips as he stared at her now soaking wet pussy. His fingers were still deep inside her and he had no intention of moving them. He licked her from the edges of her tight hole up to her clit. She moaned and writhed as he began to tease her clit with his tongue and massage her g-spot with his fingers.

  “Oh God…” she moaned. “Connor…. It’s too much… I’m… oh God… Connor… please… I… I…”

  He felt her muscles beginning to clench around his fingers. So he increased his speed. He began tapping on her g-spot rapidly while suckling on her clit.

  She couldn’t form words anymore. All she could do was moan and cry out and gasp until the whole world exploded and she screamed out her final release.

  He left her with a few last gentle licks and touches before he pulled away. He wiped his fingers on one of the dinner napkins and then helped her to scoot back in her chair so she could sit more comfortably. He kissed her on the lips and she responded.

  “I want to touch you now,” she said looking up at him.

  His mouth went dry. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t one to turn down an offer like that. He reached down and untied one hand. When he started to reach for the other she pushed him away.

  “Just one?” he asked to be certain.

  She nodded. He straightened up and was standing between her knees. Her free hand slid up his thigh and began fondling the bulge in his pants that he had been stalwartly ignoring. Now that she was touching it, that was all he could think about. He helped her to undo his pants and she boldly pushed down his underwear. She took hold of his hard eight inch cock and began to stroke it slowly. He felt his knees begin to buckle. He put one hand on her shoulder to steady himself. She was staring up at his face, watching every reaction. She tentatively licked the head of his dick and he shivered. She did it again, gaining more confidence. Then she was suckling on his cock a little at a time.

  He had to fight the urge to grab her head and shove into her mouth. He wasn’t sure how much she had done this. She wasn’t perfect, but she was a quick learner and was soon causing him to moan and shake.

  Eventually he gave in. He threaded his fingers into her hair and took hold of her head tightly. She moaned. He shoved his cock deep inside her mouth and she licked and sucked him inside her mouth.

  “Oh God Rebecca,” he muttered. “You’re so good. Your mouth feels so good.” It didn’t take much longer before he knew he was close. He pulled away suddenly and put her hand on his cock again. Then they both stroked him until he was cumming all over her chest. Once he was spent, he leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then untied her remaining wrist.

  “Do you mind if I take a shower?” she said looking down at herself.

  “Not at all. You know where the guest room is.”

  “Actually, I wanted to stay with you tonight.”

  He looked at her and saw the shy expression on her face.

  “If that’s alright with you of course,” she continued.

  “Of course it’s alright,” he whispered kissing her again. “I’ll show you the way.”

  Twenty minutes later she was fully showered and in a soft cotton nightgown that went down to her knees. Even though it wasn’t lingerie, it had to be one of the sexiest things he had ever seen her in. He was already in bed, wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt.

  “I had imagined you would wear silk pajamas to bed,” she said looking at him.

  “Luxury is not always what it is cracked up to be.”

  “The way some of the women carry themselves at the office you would think it was the only way to be.”

  “Most of them have never known anything else.” He smiled. “C’mon. Get into bed, you look tired.”

  She yawned and nodded. He peeled back the covers and she slid in next to him, curling into his shoulder as they had done a few days ago on the couch. He stroked her wrist gently where a bruise was starting to form.

  “What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?” he whispered to her.

  “Breakfast with you tomorrow. Back home to do laundry. Then Sunday dinner with dad.”

  “Are you going to tell him about your plans?”

  “We’ll see.” She snuggles into his chest and closed her eyes. He didn’t press the issue any further. He kissed her on the forehead and settled in to sleep.

  Chapter 4

  “Really Daddy,” she said rolling her eyes, “Stop being so dramatic.”

  “I’m being dramatic?!” he shouted. “My daughter shows up with a bruise on her wrist and I’m the one being dramatic?”

  “I wanted it, Dad. I wasn’t held down and restrained against my will.”

  “Even worse! You’re going to turn into one of those sex perverts that the gossip columns always like to write about! Who was it?”

  “They only care about the rich and famous. I’m not rich. And if I have it my way I won’t be famous either.” She retorted, ignoring the question of who it was.

  Her father’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean if you have it your way?”

  “I’ve been applying to colleges again. Two have offered me spots in their counseling and psychology programs.”

  Mathis’s fork hit his plate with a loud clatter. “Now look, I’ve let you entertain this fool notion about a health care facility for long enough. There is no money in it so I’m not doing it. I mean where would you even get the money?”

  “Not from you. That much I can promise.”

  He looked at her suspiciously again. “Then where?”

  “I have looked into grants. Made a few connections while working in your office. It won’t be much, but it would be a place where people can go to get help.”

  “And Connor? Are you expecting his help on this great expedition into the insane.”

  “If he wants to help, I will welcome it. If not, it’s his money and therefore his decision.”

  “I doubt you’ll get any such thing from him now that you’ve become his personal slave.”

  So there it is, he already knows me and Connor are sleeping together.

  “All right, that does it.” Rebecca got to her feet and leaned over the table to look down at her father. “I’ve put up with the snide comments and the put-downs long enough. I know that it will be far more difficult than being a business lawyer. But this is something I feel passionate about. And there are people who believe that what I want to do is a good a noble thing. I’m doing this dad, whether you like it or not.” She then marched out of the house and slammed the door shut.

  “Then you leave me no choice,” Mathis muttered.

  ***

  Monday morning Connor got the office as usual. Usually Rebecca had his usual coffee waiting for him. But she wasn’t there.

  “Is she alright?” he asked Carol.

  “Sounded like just a cold,” she replied. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

  He nodded, picked up his coffee, and made his way up to his office.

  “Mathis would like to see you,” said his secretary as he passed by her desk. He could imagine only one subject that Mathis would be pulling him into his office for: Rebecca.

  “Alright, I’ll put down my things then head right over,” he said calmly. He put his briefcase down on his chair and put his cell phone on his desk. He took his coffee with him down the short walk to Mathis’s office. He knocked on the door and heard Mathis call out out a brisk,“Come in!”

  Connor walked in and saw Mathis staring out the window. “You wanted to see me Mathis?”

  “Yes, have a seat.”

  Connor walked to stand in front of Mathis’s desk. “I’d rather stand if you don’t mind.”

  Mathis turn
ed to face him. He shrugged. “Suit yourself. I called you in here to make a proposition to you.”

  “Oh?”

  “Why don’t I make you the head of our new home office out in California? Sunny beaches, big fat juicy raise, even living accommodations provided.”

  “It’s tempting Mathis, but I believe I’ll pass.”

  “Fine. Then maybe I’ll go out there and you can be the head this place. More pay aagin. I’ll sell half my stock to you so you’ll be in a position of control.”

  “What’s the catch?”

  Mathis picked his lips and gave Connor a hard look. “I’ve let this relationship between you and Rebecca go on because I thought it might be good for her to see what she could have in life. But now you are supporting her in this damn fool notion to help the homeless. I can’t let this continue. If you want this branch, you can no longer see her or communicate with her in any way.”

  “And just why is it a damn fool notion? Why is that Mathis? Because you didn’t think of it?”

  “She’s throwing away her life and you know it!”

  “Life will be tougher for her in such a profession, that I can agree with. But I do not believe that helping the homeless with their mental health problems is tantamount to throwing away her life!”

  “God, just like her mother. All these pie in the sky dreams that will never amount to anything.”

  Now Connor felt his face grow hot. “Mathis, I knew both of you in college. Valerie may have been naive, but she was one of the kindest women I have ever had the good fortune of knowing. She used her power and influence through this company for good and she did a lot of good. So don’t you dare tarnish her memory like that. And you’re right, Rebecca does take after her mother in more ways than one. And I for one am glad for it.”

  Both men stared at each other across the desk.

  “Is that all you have to say?” said Mathis.

  “Yes,” said Connor.

  “Fine, she’s fired.”

  “What?!” Connor shouted. “You can’t do that to her, you’re not her boss!”

  “Oh, but I can. She had a probationary period of three months. I instructed her boss to let go of her without cause or reason. Now she’ll have to come back to me and accept my wishes.”