“But—”
I put my hands on his cheeks. “No buts, babe. It’s done. Don’t ruin our night over it.”
“You called me babe.”
“Is there something else you’d prefer, because I can call you Stud Monster if you’d like.”
“Stud Monster?”
“Yeah, you know.” I use my hands to show him. He laughs.
“It’s kind of a brutish name, don’t you think?”
“That was my intention. StudBubba then?”
“Um, that’s the southern version. It sounds like a prison term.”
“Exactly, and I’m your prisoner.”
Then he pronounces it’s time to leave, because if we don’t, he might bend me over the appetizer table and make a terrible scene over the shrimp cocktail.
“We have to wait to leave at least until your grandparents do.”
“Oh, hell no. Grand won’t leave until two in the morning. I’m not waiting that long.” He’s adamant about it.
“Seriously?”
“She’s quite the party animal.”
“I can’t leave without saying goodbye.”
“Yes, you can. We’ll call them tomorrow. Besides, we’re going there for Christmas.”
That’s right. And I haven’t bought anyone any gifts, because of my short funds. Shit!
“Okay, let’s go.”
By the time we get back to Prescott’s, my thong is in two pieces and tucked into his suit coat pocket, like a silk scarf. It’s a good thing they’re pretty and lace. I didn’t wear a bra because of the cut of the dress, so I have nothing else on other than my dress and shoes. When we get inside, he unzips me, drops the straps, and the dress slides off. I stand before him in black pumps.
“Hmm. What to do with this.” He circles me like a panther, slow and steady, ready to claim its prey. My breath hitches in my throat as my belly tightens and an ache grows within my core. I already feel heavy and in need of a release. Soon. My hand moves between my thighs, and he stops it.
“Remember? Mine. Every single bit. Do not touch.”
“I need—”
A deep chuckle rumbles out of him. “I know exactly what you need.”
He takes my hand and walks me to the bedroom. Then he pushes me onto the bed. He takes off his tie and binds my wrists with it, asking if my arm is okay. It’s fine, I tell him. All I’m interested in is him.
He strips and now we’re two naked people needing each other. When I think he’s going to fuck me, I’m wrong. He leaves. Then he comes back with another tie and wraps it around my head, using it as a blindfold. Good thing he has lots of ties. Now I’m in the dark, anticipating his next move.
He spreads my legs and tells me to keep them open wide. First I feel something cool, lube maybe? Then he rubs me all over, everywhere, in and out. His fingers massage me, coaxing me close to orgasm number one. Then he stops. He pinches my nipples, sucking hard, until I’m moaning—loud. Soon his mouth moves to my inner thighs, sucking and biting again. I’m already marked from earlier today, so he’s only adding to the collection.
I’m not prepared at all for the first blow. He slaps my clit so hard it stings like fire. I don’t know if he uses his hand or a belt, but I scream. Then he licks me and right before I come, he stops and repeats the entire process again. This time when he slaps me, he does it again and again until I come, screeching and suddenly it feels like I’m being iced, inside and out. Did he just shove an ice cube up my ass and pussy? I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, but I can’t because he slams into me with his cock, tearing every last bit of oxygen out of me. My breathing is jagged as I grab onto nothing. My hands are tied, so I can’t. I’m groaning in earnest now, so loud I can’t hear anything but the sound of my own choppy breath. My pussy heats up from the friction and my clit feels raw until he flicks it hard and I cry out, not in pain but in pleasure. I’m getting ready to come again when he tells me not to.
“I have to.”
“No.” He stops, withholding it. Then he starts it all again, slowly building it up, until he slaps my clit hard, sending me off into waves of orgasmic pleasure. I’m so lost in the sensation, I don’t even realize when he comes until he calls out my name. It brings me around and I feel his warmth explode inside of me. Then he pulls out and it’s silent again.
I hear footsteps and then a warm cloth covering me, wiping me off. “Are you still comfortable?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Good, because we’ve only just begun.”
There’s one thing I know for certain. This man likes to fuck, long and hard.
I’ll need to get into shape just to keep up with him.
The room is silent for a while, until I hear footsteps again. I break out into goosebumps in anticipation. My heart beats a bit faster and my pulse races. He unties my hands and pulls me into an upright position. Then something is pressed to my lips and he says, “Drink.” Cool water runs down my parched throat as I swallow. “More?” he asks. I nod and he gives me another long drink. I wasn’t aware of how thirsty I was.
The glass is gone and replaced by his mouth. Warm lips tease mine, then travel over my mouth, tasting and exploring. He pushes his tongue through my lips and makes me forget everything else. If I weren’t already sitting, my knees would buckle from the way he turns me into a boneless heap of flesh.
“Can you rest your weight on your arms?”
What? I’m trying to figure out his question when he flips me over and I’m on my hands and knees. “It wasn’t a particularly difficult question.”
“Oh, this.”
“Yes. Lean forward on your arms and tell me if it’s okay.”
I try and my one arm causes me discomfort, so I tell him.
“Lie on your chest. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.”
Suddenly, a huge mound of pillows is stuffed under my belly and hips until my butt is raised in the air and my thighs are spread wide. His mouth is on me once more, tongue drilling into me, making me squirm.
“Hold still,” he says against me, and then he blows warm air on me. I’m still blindfolded, unsure of what’s happening. But he stops and I hear something, though I’m unclear of what until something cool touches me and is inserted into my backside. I inch away, because it feels weird at first.
“Hold still. I’m stretching you.”
“Stretching me?”
“Shh.”
His finger moves around and I’m not quite sure what the hell he’s doing but it feels better and better every second. He keeps playing back there and it’s amazing. When he pulls out I beg for him not to, but he says, “Relax for me.”
“Okay.”
I feel something pressing against me. But this time it’s not his finger. He inches in, stops, moves in a bit more, and stops again. Then he pushes through and at first there’s a burn, then a flash of pain. But he’s very still until everything passes in an instant. In the meantime, he’s massaging my clit and I’m completely aroused by this.
“Vivi, how do you feel? Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no.”
He begins to move faster, not much, just a little. Enough for me to feel the full impact of his erection. When he’s seated all the way, he asks me again how I’m feeling and I tell him the truth. This is good. I feel stretched and full in a weird way, but it’s good. Then he picks up a rhythm, not hard and fast like what he usually does, but super slow. His fingers find me again and massage my clit until I’m on the verge of having a mind-blowing climax.
“I’m going to come.”
“That’s the intention.”
When I do, he moves just a fraction faster, holding my hips with both hands, fingers digging into my flesh. I wish I could see his face when he comes. But I can’t. He groans out his own orgasm and as soon as his dick stops pulsating, he pulls out.
“I’ll be right back after I get rid of this condom.”
Condom? Maybe it’s better for him that way? Or maybe less messy? I d
on’t know. He returns and takes off my blindfold. He wears a sexy smile.
“Vivi, I thought your pussy was sweet, but damn if you don’t have a sweet as hell ass too.”
“Thank you, I think.”
He half smiles, wipes me with a warm cloth, then tosses it on the floor. After he unties me, he wants to know if I’m thirsty.
“Yes, I’d love something to drink.”
“Other than water?”
“No, water is fine.”
He hands me a glass and I guzzle the thing down.
Then we’re lying there, him holding me, when he asks, “Did you like it? And I want honesty.”
“I did. It’s not anything like I thought it would be.”
He chuckles and his chest vibrates from it. “How did you think it would be?”
“Painful and … gross.”
“It can hurt if not done properly.” Then he laughs. “Gross, huh?”
“Ugh. I know.” I put a pillow over my head. He rips it out of my hands.
“No hiding, Miss-I’ll-Punch-Your-Face-In.”
“Yeah, she was a bitch and deserved it. But butt love is a little weird.”
Now he really lets out a booming laugh. “Butt love?”
“Well, yeah. That’s a nice term for it. You were loving on my butt.”
“True. And I’m in love with that butt of yours.” He squeezes it for emphasis. “Would you be willing to do it again?”
“Sure, but I like it the other way, too.”
“So do I. There isn’t anything about you, Vivi, I don’t love. Why do you think I was so relentless when I pursued you? Even when you just acted like you hated me.”
Dropping my gaze to my fingers, I don’t know what to say. “I never hated you, Prescott. Never. You were overbearing. Pushy. I didn’t know how to take you. But hate is too strong a word. I feared how I’d react to you.”
“Why? Why didn’t you just go with it?”
Glancing up, I see him staring right at me. Our gazes connect. “Truth?”
He nods.
“I was so fragile. Still am. After Mom, and then the move here, I just couldn’t chance getting hurt so soon after. I was afraid I’d fall for you. Back at Crestview, I had this … this thing for you. I used to fantasize that you were the guy who went after the fat girl.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s true. I was overweight and extremely unhappy. The more unhappy I was, the more I ate. That whole vicious cycle thing. While all of you were off having a great time, having girlfriends and boyfriends, going to school dances and things, I was eating cookies and candy bars.”
“I have a confession, too. I liked you back at Crestview. And more than just for my homework. But you were so shy. You never went to any school events. Or at least I never saw you at any.” His hand brushes up and down my arm.
“I went, but hid. My mom dropped me off and picked me up, but I’d find a place to hide out until it was time to leave.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to be made fun of any more than I absolutely had to. You know, I had to go to school. There was no way to get out of that. But the school functions were optional. I wanted my mom to believe I was having fun. As soon as her car turned out of the parking lot, I’d run and hide.”
“Where would you go?”
“Janitorial closets that were left unlocked, stairwells, bathrooms, there was always someplace.”
He lifts up and braces himself on his elbow. His nostrils flare as he asks, “Stairwells? You hid in stairwells? You could’ve been … those are dangerous places.”
“It was Crestview, remember?”
“What if those girls had found you? Did you ever think of that?”
Actually, I hadn’t. “They would’ve done terrible things to me. Probably ripped off my clothes and made me walk home naked or something.”
He lies back down and I put my head in his chest, making a circle with my finger.
He’s silent for so long, I lift my head up to peek at him.
“I feel terrible for not doing anything,” he says.
“You weren’t even aware.”
“But the administration knew, didn’t they?”
“Yeah.”
One corner of his mouth turns up.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Whitworth gives a lot of money to Crestview every year. I’m going to stop their flow. I believe the same principal is still there. When they reach out to me, I’m going to tell them I can’t donate to schools that condone bullying.”
“You’d do that?”
“Of course I would. My God, Vivi, you were treated terribly there and the only reason they did nothing was because those nasty girls had money. Well, I have more money, a lot more, and they’re going to feel it where it counts.”
Oh my God, this man. Was he always like this? How did it take me so long to realize it?
“I swear, Vivi, nobody will ever bully you again if I can help it.”
His expression is so vicious, I’m almost afraid of him myself.
Chapter 33
Prescott
Monday morning, the first thing I ask Lynn to do is notify Crestview that Whitworth is pulling all of its funding and grants in the future. This amounts to several million dollars annually. In fact, Whitworth is the biggest benefactor that Crestview has.
“Why are you doing this? Whitworth has donated money for years, ever since you went there, I believe,” Lynn says.
“It’s a long story, but the short of it is Vivi was bullied while she was a student there. The administration was fully aware of it and chose not to act.”
“Well. That would cause me to pull my funding, too.”
“When they call to talk to me, put them through if I’m here. I’ll be glad to explain.”
Then I fill her in on the bathroom incident.
“What the hell, Prescott?”
She asks who they were and I can’t tell her, because I don’t know, which is frustrating as hell.
“I can get you HR records of all females we employ between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. You can check out their pictures if you’d like.”
“Was there an RSVP list for the party?” I ask.
She snaps her fingers. “Yes, there was. Let me check with our events department head and I’ll get back to you.”
Granddad drops by to tell me how much Grand likes Vivi and that they are looking forward to having us out on Christmas. That reminds me I need to shop for Vivi’s present, which I haven’t done yet.
I give Eric a call and check with him on a gift. He suggests jewelry, which was what I was thinking. But she needs a new coat. She’s always freezing and hers is so thin. Maybe she’d accept one from me now.
Today isn’t a good day to go shopping, because I have back-to-back meetings scheduled at work. But I decide that tomorrow, I’ll go.
Lynn comes into my office around lunch with everything I need for my afternoon meetings. She tells me she has the RSVP list and has cross-referenced it with all single female employees between the ages of twenty-four and thirty. There were thirty-two who attended the party that night. This shouldn’t take long.
“Your lunch is on the way, too.”
“Thank you. Where would you like to go on vacation this year?”
“Antigua,” she says.
“Just tell me the dates and pick the hotel. I’ll get it scheduled for you.”
“Thank you, Prescott.”
“Thank you. For everything you do, Lynn. You’re the best admin in the world. Oh, and get a decent replacement for you while you’re gone. Preferably someone who doesn’t want to date me, like that last girl you found.”
“Oooh, I know. She lied and said she was married. I’ll get you a middle-aged woman this year.”
“Or a man even,” I suggest.
“He may be gay. You never know.”
“Yeah, true. I just want someone who will work and not try to sneak in here and stare at me.
I had to lock the door every time I came in here. It got so bad, I had Granddad call me on the way down and told him a secret knock. We had to change it every time so she wouldn’t catch on.”
Lynn laughs at me, because she finds it hilarious. It wasn’t. The girl was creepy.
It doesn’t take long to go through the names and HR files of the women, before I find the ones who attacked Vivi in the bathroom.
“Now what to do?”
“Fire them,” she says.
“Can’t do that. They claim Vivi struck first. Then I’d have to fire Vivi, too. Not to mention, it’s four against one.”
“Ouch. That’s not good.”
“No, but I won’t condone bullying either. I may send out a company letter stating our policy on bullying and that it won’t be tolerated at all. Maybe it will scare them.”
“What does Vivi say?”
Rubbing my face, I groan. “She wants to drop it. Let it go.”
“Then do it. She got the prize anyway.”
“Not really. I did.”
Lynn laughs. “Then you have your answer. The two of you should march on into the sunset, holding hands. Forget about them. You know who they are and be careful from now on.”
“True, and they aren’t in IT, so it’s unlikely she’ll cross paths with them. I’ll tell her who they are just in case.”
Lynn orders me to eat lunch and reminds me I don’t have much time until my busy afternoon is upon me. The day flies by, as it usually does, when I barely have time to breathe. When I make it back to my office, it’s already dark, but I have a few things to take care of before I leave. I text Vivi and ask her if she’s interested in getting dinner. She hits me back telling me she’s at work. Dammit, I keep forgetting she has that commitment to The Meeting Place.
Leaving work, I head home for a quick hour on the treadmill, and afterward I change and drop by to see my girl.
She’s busy mixing up some kind of red drink, so when I take a seat in front of her at the bar, she doesn’t notice. When she pours the drink and sticks an orange slice on the rim of the glass, she finally looks up right into my eyes.
“Hey, sexy bartender. Got a drink for a thirsty guy?”
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