Breakfast with Mia

by Jordan Bell

  When we broke apart Edward captured Anna around the waist and she squealed and flung herself into his arms. He said something about dancing and dragged her off all corporate caveman like and she clearly, clearly didn’t mind. Todd and Henry excused themselves then and I was placed reluctantly on the seat, suddenly left alone with my boss who seemed dizzy and intoxicated though he’d been drinking less than the rest of us.

  We were in a place I didn’t know we should be, so I did the only thing I thought was right. I broke the spell.

  “I should go back to my sister.”

  “Yes,” he gulped for air and stood, held his hand out for me. I let him help me out of the booth and he grabbed me suddenly but gently, not like he had against the bar earlier. He pressed his hand against the small of my back and matched our bodies. He stroked a finger beneath my chin and made me look up at him. There was something there, something fathomless. “Thank you, Mia. You are a beautiful, powerful girl. My favorite.”

  I didn’t know how to respond. I nodded and because I didn’t know what else to do, I whispered, “I will see you at breakfast, Mr. Vaughn.”

  I thought, I thought for a moment he was going to kiss me, but he was stronger than me, and he let go and turned back to his table, placed his palms on the table top and bent over as if in pain. He closed his eyes and I left him to reel because I understood. I felt it too. But that line, that was one we couldn’t come back from. All the rest of it was flirty and grounded in business. That we could dim in our memory Monday morning over email and memos.

  I found Cassandra on the dance floor and I tried to find the music but I was off. Her friends were paired off with men they’d met and she admitted she was going back to the hotel soon. I told her I’d follow her because I didn’t think I could go home with anyone that night. I danced with her and she had the time of her life. I caught sight Anna and Edward and they were fabulously in lust on the dance floor.

  She left first and I followed, the alcohol wearing down so the pleasant tipsy feeling could fade. I didn’t see him sitting on one of the bruise purple couches, but he captured my hand when I walked by and pulled me back to him. I knew him so well, but the lost, dark gaze was new and foreign and I didn’t know what to think of it. I hadn’t seen him for an hour, but he looked more disheveled than before. He’d been running his hands through his hair again.

  He tugged me to his knees, fit mine around one of his. He released my hand and set his left palm tentatively on the inside of my right knee and without comment, began to trace his hand up my thigh. His fingers spread as they rose higher, and with them so did his eyes until our gazes locked.

  “Mia,” he mouthed and I shivered when his fingertips grazed my bare skin high on my thigh but just under my moist panties. If he knew, god if he knew how he was making me feel.

  I sunk my fingers into his hair and held his gaze, implored, speared his heart. “Mr. Vaughn…”

  “Damian,” he pressed.

  “Damian,” I sighed and urged my hips into his hand. His knuckles just grazed my panties and we both moaned at the brief contact. “Damian, this. This, we can’t come back from.”

  “I’ve not gotten this far in my life by going back.”

  Indecision plagued me. He must have sensed this and pulled his hand back, cautiously. He took my hips and pulled me into him, pressed his face into my belly and inhaled the smell of my sweat and perfume and the scent of this goddamn club that made us let loose the wild animal inside of us so eagerly.

  “I’m going to my room, Mia. I’m in the penthouse. Come to me if you want, don’t and nothing changes Monday morning, I swear. It’s your choice. It’s always your choice.”

  He grabbed my arms and pulled me down into his lap, captured me possessively and took my face in one hand in one smooth, confident movement and crushed his mouth into mine. It was one last plea, or promise, or challenge, either way it worked on my whole body and the embers I’d kept cooling caught us both on fire and we burned for it.

  He released me, almost hostile in his need to let me go and when I fell off his lap he stood and stalked into the crowd like a crazed mad man. I lay panting and sweating and terrified because I knew, in that kiss, that I’d fuck my life and go to him that night.

  Five

  He knew I’d come. His door was left open and I pushed inside and navigated through the embarrassingly large suite. It was as big as an apartment, an apartment twice the size of mine. He waited for me in a big, voluptuous chair, sunk down in, his legs parted and bent at 90 degrees. In one hand he held a glass with some dark liquor filling the bottom third and his eyes were closed. What I couldn’t pull my eyes from was his chest. He had stripped his shirt and left it in a pile by the couch and he was amazingly cut, muscular and well groomed. He still wore his watch and his pants but his belt buckle was undone and he was so fucking sexy like this, like no way I’d ever seen him.

  I stepped out of my strappy shoes and padded over to him. He didn’t open his eyes until I moved between his knees and then he peeled them open for me and gazed up at me with such beautiful need.

  “I’m here to quit my job, Mr. Vaughn.”

  “Good, because I planned to fire you, Mia.”

  “Glad we are in agreement.” He lifted his tumbler to his lips and sipped gingerly, taking his time now that he had me and there was no going back.

  “Put your foot here, on my chair.” He instructed me to the right of his left knee and I did as I was told. The way my dress fell, it wouldn’t take much for him to slide the satin up to expose my pantied pussy.

  He returned his hand to my inner thigh and stroked the small space of exposed skin above my stocking. He seemed pleased with the silkiness of my hosiery, stroking it almost as often as my thigh. I swallowed and watched and tried to remain still while he explored me, staying far from the place where my fire burned hottest for him.

  “I like these,” he said finally. He placed his glass on the carpet and scooted forward so that he could grab my leg in both of his hands and touch them all over my thighs. “I want you to wear them all night tonight.”

  “Anything you want, Damian.”

  “Anything I want?”

  “Don’t make me beg.”

  He smiled and ran his hands up my thighs and by doing so took my satin skirt with it. He peeked at my white garter and matching lace white underwear and made a noise of impatient pleasure.

  “Whore,” he teased and raised his heavy eyes up to me. “I’d very much like to hear you beg. Take off your dress for me. Slowly. Let me savor every exposed bit of your skin.”

  His words made something fantastic happen to my body. I could feel the moisture soak into the lace. My pussy lips ached as the rough material rubbed against them. He had no idea, no idea what affect his deep, demanding voice had on me.

  “As you wish,” I teased back and pushed away from his hands. He tried in vain to snatch me back, but I put enough distance between us that he’d have to leave his chair. He settled back to watch, a smile forming on his lips.

  “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re disobedient. You’re gorgeous when you obey. I don’t know which I like better.”

  I pulled the zipper on the back of my dress to release the bodice. He made a frustrated noise when I removed it all at once. I dropped the beaded piece to the floor and he appraised my breasts. Not overly large but I liked them. Bigger and fuller than Anna’s, that’s for sure. The dress made wearing a bra impossible so my tits were exposed to him right away and he demonstrated his appreciation by rubbing and adjusting himself lewdly. The bulge in his pants couldn’t possibly be real, a trick of the light or something, because it was huge, shoved against his thigh. I unclipped my garter from my stockings and tucked my thumbs over my lace panties. I peeled them down to my toes and was about to discard them, but he snapped his fingers and held his hand out for them.

  “Those belong to me now.”

  I raised an eyebrow and picked them up – they were sopping wet and when he took t
hem he closed his eyes and made a little noise deep in his throat. They disappeared into his pocket before he reached for me.

  “Come here, Mia. I want to touch you.” When I was close enough, he captured me in his arms, pressed his mouth to my belly and kissed rapidly on any bare skin he could reach. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck and in a moment he turned me into his lap, cradled me between the arms of the chair so that he could access any part of my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this body in my hands.”

  “Really?” This was news to me. I had no idea, until earlier that week when he’d touched me in his office, he’d never even been particularly flirtatious. He ran his hands over everything, slow at first then growing needier and more aggressive. At one point he grabbed my breast, my whole breast, and descended upon it with his mouth, flicking his tongue across my already stiff nipple. He tongued and pulled at it, alternating growling and moaning against it so that the vibrations made me just about lose my mind.

  “Oh yes,” he breathed and finally, finally his hand climbed between my thighs, pushed his fist between them to make room, then probed the wet space with two fingers. He captured my clit first, rotated against it before sliding straight down and in and I was so fucking wet he had no problems getting inside me at all. He tucked his face against my neck and kissed and sucked at the soft skin over my collar bone as he worked his fingers up to his knuckles and beyond, making lewd, wet noises.

  There wasn’t anything romantic about the way he fondled and pulled at me. There was no rhyme or reason to where his mouth kissed or sucked. He seemed lost and drugged, wanting every piece of me at the same time. If he could have swallowed me up I think he might have tried. Instead he worked me over hard, dragging out any sort of climax for what seemed like a half an hour at least. I begged, moaned his name, tried to kiss him only to be denied and thrust into as punishment.

  “My little whore,” he whispered against my ear and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself close against his mouth, buried him against me. He brought his thumb down on my clit and worked it playfully between his harder, more urgent thrusts. “Everyone wanted you tonight and watching them want you, touch you, kiss you…I had no idea it would make me want to ravage you. Todd McKinley was so fucking hot for you, Mia. He asked me if he could have you. Did you know?”

  I groaned and nipped at his throat and fought back the urge to fuck his fingers like an animal. I dug my toes into the arm of the chair and pushed my hips up to meet his fingers and he gave me what my body begged for.

  “Do you know what I told him, Mia? Look at me. Do you know what I told him?”

  I opened my eyes. God I could barely see straight. His gaze was so intense, like it wanted to split me open and figure out what made me this wild thing he wanted so badly. “What did you tell him, Damian?”

  “I told him,” he stopped to lick my throat and my whole body shook for him. “I told him only if he let me watch.”

  I cried out and clawed into him and fucked his fingers like the wild thing I was and he tried to hold me down but it is no use. His urgency got the better of him and he pulled out and grabbed hold of me, buried his face against me and panted for control. I shook, my whole body quivered and yet my hips didn’t stop their little pushes.

  “Still, Mia. Still, baby. Not yet. It’s too soon. Much too soon. We’ve got all night and I don’t want you coming yet. I want you to come with my cock inside you. Look at me. Listen to me. Settle. That’s a good girl. Settle down.”

  We had to hold each other like that for a long time. His words were meant to mollify me, but he wasn’t in much better shape. Finally he touched his forehead to mine when I’d stopped shaking.

  “Get on your knees, Mia.”

  Oh his commands, his commands made it so much better! I climbed out of his arms, gooseflesh working their way across my arms when his warmth was denied me, but it was an absolute pleasure crawling to my knees before him. His breathing was hard, labored, watching me as he had watched me in Todd’s lap. Desperate, I understood now. Desperate with a lust he couldn’t sate while another man fondled me, forced to wait his turn. His offer to Todd compelled me. It would not have been the first time I’d been shared, but to have it pass between two powerful men made me feel like a Goddess.

  “Gorgeous.” He stood, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. I gasped when he dropped his boxers because Damian Vaughn was enormous. Not long, but thick like a fist, and a dark, throbbing plum color glistening from trapped pre-cum.

  “Damian.” My belly felt a twinge of worry because there was no way that thing was going to fit inside of me. “I can’t…it won’t fit…I won’t be able to take that!”

  He smirked, proudly, and held it out in front of him like a fucking sword, stroked it several times spreading the pre-cum and making his thick, throbbing cock twitch and jerk between his fingers.

  “Trust me, Mia. One way or another, it’s going inside of you. I swear to that. You’re not leaving here tonight until I’ve filled you. Now on your hands, Mia. Get your ass in the air.”

  Now I was shaking as I walked forward on my palms because I believed deep in my gut that he was going to split me open with that thing. I’d had men, plenty of men, but nothing like that. He moved behind me on his knees, touched the wet space between my legs and scooped up some of my juices. I could hear him rubbing it on himself, getting himself nice and wet.

  “Stay still Mia, but you can make all the noise you want. I’ll make you come harder than you ever have in your life. Are you ready?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and made a quiet, gasping yes.

  He wrapped his arm under me, across my belly, and bent over my back so his chest hair tickled my spine. With his other hand he rubbed the head of his cock along my slit and found my cunt after a little gentle probing.

  “Scream for me, Mia,” he whispered against my back and in one hard, mind shattering thrust he split me open and buried his cock balls deep and I screamed. God I screamed. My thighs seized and my pussy squeezed, and he cried out my name like a curse and a prayer and a spiritual mantra that dug right down into his soul. I wanted to sob because it hurt so much, but at the same time I’d never felt as full, so completely taken and possessed as I did with Damian Vaughn’s cock enshrined inside me.

  He didn’t let me get used to it before pulling back, but he didn’t shove all the way in again, not right away. He worked only the head back and forth in little, short bursts, each one making me cry out his name. I begged him to stop, to keep going, to do it again, and my indecision only made him work me over harder.

  The second hard thrust didn’t cause the same explosion of pain as the first, and the third came easier still, and each time I was overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside of me, of being part of my soul. Once I was loosened up enough to take him, he straightened and started assaulting me with his cock, humping like an animal, groaning and grunting and assailing me with dirty words that only made me beg harder for more. He loved hearing me moan and I rewarded him by pushing back into his thrusts.

  “Salacious slut. Did he touch you when I left the table? Tell me!”

  I groaned and hung my head between my elbows, my arms shaking with the effort of holding me up. “He slid his hand up my thigh. He liked my stockings as much as you did.”

  “Wicked girl. You turn me into a mad man, Mia. I should have bent you over my desk months ago.”

  Damian reached for my hair, tugged it out of his restraints so that it fell in red waves across my shoulders. He grabbed a handful of it and pulled, tugged, forced my head up and my back to sway. Then he released and stroked my spine, working himself into a rhythm, pounding a few times before thrusting again all the way. And it was too much, all of it too much. I collapsed to my elbows and buried my face into the carpet, knelt before him in supplication.

  My submission was his undoing. He went up on one knee and drove me down into the floor. He took a handful
of my breasts and began humping my pussy, pushing deep, deep inside of me and staying there, quacking and jerking until he was nearly there and when I came, when I came violently screaming his name, he whipped out and pumped his come all over my ass and it felt so fucking filthy and gorgeous.

  I collapsed fully onto the carpet, gasping at air and shaking in the after bursts flaring from my pussy. He fell over me, hands on either side of my body, and held himself like my protection from the world while I rode them out.

  When I stilled he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing at all and carried me into the bedroom, into the master bath which was still bigger than my apartment and set me perched on the edge of the sunken tub big enough for four. He started the shower, let the steam heat the room, and reverently began undoing my garter and unrolling my stockings. I smiled watching him because the savage man fucking me was gone, replaced with someone very gentle, expertly loving. When I was well and truly naked, he picked me up and carried me into the shower and we washed each other as lovers. And we kissed. We kissed like teenagers, me pressed against the wall, clumsy because we both trembled every time we touched each other, leaving lingering, chaste kisses all over each other’s faces.

  He dried me off and put me in a terry cloth robe and left to change in the bedroom. I brushed and dried my hair and wondered – wondered for the first time how far this would go. How far it could go.

  Damian wasn’t in the bedroom so I ran out into the living room like a little girl, loving the feel of the robe against my naked body and the carpet against my toes and slid to a halt before Todd McKinley and his friend Henry. They both froze seeing me and for a moment we just stared in terror.

  “Mr. McKinley,” I murmured and still, still his eyes went down my body, lingering on my robe tie.

  “Mia,” he moaned softly.

  “Are you talking to someone…” Damian appeared from a doorway and slowed, his whole body going tense because this, this could be very bad. We both knew it, we all knew it. If Todd thought he’d been played by pushing me on him only to end up in Damian’s room, it could all be destroyed.