by Sky Corgan
It felt like my heart was slowing down with each page that I read. The girl had curly brown hair and brown eyes. She tried to earn her keep by taking care of the wealthy man, and she seemed rather oblivious to the strange way he chose to show his affections. The girl . . . was me.
There were only forty-five pages to read, and when I reached the end of it, I felt absolutely paralyzed with thought. My mind was reeling. I couldn't believe what I had just finished reading. This wasn't a story at all. It was what had transpired these past weeks. Sure, some details had been changed, but the book was very much about us. And all the emotions Dominick had been feeling that he hadn't been showing were poured out on the pages. He did love me; he was just scared and confused. He had shut himself off from love ever since my sister, and he didn't know how to deal with it now. He didn't want to chance losing me by being the nice guy again. His sense of what women wanted had warped over the last five years.
“What are you doing?” his voice startled me.
I looked up at him. He had a towel draped over his shoulders, his forehead and chest glistening with sweat. Seeing him standing there after reading his book was like looking at him for the first time. He was absolutely delicious and desirable, and I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me right there on the floor of his office.
“The girl in this book . . . is me?”
“What of it?” He gazed down on me with displeasure.
“I want to read the rest as you write it,” I told him.
He sighed, stepping towards me. “You can read it when I finish.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I need to read it while you write it.” Because it's the only way I'll ever understand what's going on inside your head.
Dominick came up behind me, leaning over the chair and wrapping his arms around me. They were surprisingly dry for as sweaty as he looked.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“I love it.” I squeezed his arm gently.
“Good.” Dominick kissed me on top of the head. “I hoped you would.”
“Well, I suppose I should get back to work. These floors don't vacuum themselves.”
“No, they don't. I'll go take a shower and get out of your way.”
“You're not in my way. You're never in my way. But you could certainly use a shower.”
“Do I smell?”
I twisted around to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Go shower, idjit.”
“Your wish is my command, Kimlet.” He straightened himself, looking at the computer with a sigh.
“It's just Kim.”
“Whatever you say.” Dominick mussed up my hair before leaving the room.
I grumbled internally. Would he always treat me like a child? Probably. The age difference between us was too great, and some habits seemed impossible to break. At least, his feelings for me weren't childish.
As soon as I heard the water turn on, I ran to my room. Vacuuming the office could wait. I needed to call Tammy.
She picked up on the third ring, sounding absolutely exhausted, “Hello.”
“Tammy.”
“Kim. Is everything okay?”
“Everything is great. Hey, listen, you didn't put a deposit down on that apartment yet, did you?”
“Yeah. Why?”
My heart sank a bit. “Is there any way you can cancel it?”
“I don't know. Did something happen?”
“Yeah. Dominick and I talked things out. I decided I don't want to move after all.”
Frustration filled her voice, “I suppose I can see if there's any way to get out of it. Nothing has been signed yet, so it should be okay.”
“Alright. Awesome. You work on that. I've got to go vacuum. I love you. Bye.” I hung up and ran back to the office.
There was a pep in my step as I finished my cleaning duties for the afternoon, thinking about what I had read. Dominick went back to his office when he finished his shower, and I reveled in the sound of his fingers tapping against the keyboard. Every word was for me.
Things were far from perfect, but at least I knew I had something to work with now. Dominick wasn't the heartless asshole I thought he had become, he was just psychologically traumatized from what had happened with my sister. Sex was the only way he knew how to express himself if not on paper.
Our relationship would be strange for a while, had been strange, but I was willing to work through our problems. Maybe someday I could teach Dominick that it was okay to love again. If I could do that, then I'd finally feel like I had been able to repay him for everything he had done for Tammy and I.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I sat on my bed with my laptop, squirming in discomfort as I read page after page of Dominick's manuscript, realizing that a raunchy sex scene was just around the corner.
It would be a seven-hour flight, and Derrick knew he couldn't wait that long to put his hands on Karen's body. His eyes trailed down to her exposed knee, the white of her stockings acting as a near invisible barrier between his hand and her skin. He remembered using a similar pair of stockings to tie her up in the bedroom. The material was strong and unforgiving when wrapped around a helpless appendage, yet soft enough not to chafe.
Karen rummaged through her purse, completely oblivious to the wicked thoughts playing in Derrick's head. Their minds were never in sync as far as sex was concerned, but all it would take was a touch to put her on the same wave length.
Of course, on a seven-hour long flight, sex was the farthest thing from her mind. She was too busy praying there wouldn't be any turbulence and trying to find something to occupy herself with during take off. She hated planes. Always had, ever since her parents died in one. This was an important trip for Derrick though, and she wanted to be by his side when his company made the merge with Software Unlimited, Inc. It would be a life-changing event, and she knew just how he'd want to celebrate it.
The very thought sent a pleasant tingling sensation between her legs. This was the last place she should be getting horny, but as long as she was distracted from the flight, it didn't matter. Besides, it was fun to imagine all the horrible kinky things Derrick would do to her once their business was concluded in New York. He had a way with words and his body, no shortage of surprises.
The plane barreled down the runway, and Karen's mind was drawn back to her fears. She gripped Derrick's hand, holding her breath as the speed of the plane made her press into her seat. He smiled at her in amusement.
“Everything will be alright,” his voice was calm and confident, the way it always was, and she couldn't help but believe him.
Once they were safely in the air, Karen pulled out her ereader and began reading, another distraction tactic. Derrick scowled but said nothing. He had a better idea for helping her to forget about the flight, but it was hard to implement when they were surrounded by so many people. Patience. Patience was something he had in a seemingly unlimited supply.
The hours passed by, and he waited and waited and waited. He could have done some work on his laptop, but he didn't want to miss his window of opportunity. At times like this, Derrick felt like a predator, stalking prey. Karen was oblivious most of the time, but he preferred her that way. He liked the look in her eyes when he took her unaware.
Finally, after several hours and a flight change, Karen stood up to go to the bathroom. Derrick was quick on her heels. She turned around and gave him a queer look.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pausing briefly in the middle of the aisle.
“We're going to the bathroom, aren't we?”
There was that naivety he loved so much. She had absolutely no idea what was going on.
“Shouldn't you stay back with our stuff?” She glanced at their empty seats.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice low and husky. It was his commanding voice, the voice he used when something mischievous was going on inside that perverted head of his. It was the voice that made Karen's loins throb with the knowledge that they'd be satiated soon, and h
er body could do little else but obey.
They slipped inside the cramped airplane lavatory together, making sure they weren't seen. Derrick could not have cared less if someone saw them, but Karen was a lot more cautious.
“Derrick, I have to pee,” she complained.
“I'm not stopping you.”
“Technically, you are. I can't pee with you standing there.”
“I'll turn around.”
She grumbled as he turned away from her. If she hadn't been paranoid about being caught, she might have argued with him more, but she knew their time was limited. As quickly as possible, she finished her business, knowing better than to pull her panties up afterward. He would just forcefully yank them down again anyway. That was the kind of man he was, taking what he wanted, not that she minded it one bit.
The sound of the toilet flushing was the most unsexy thing in the world, but that didn't deter Derrick. Almost before Karen had a chance to stand up, he was on her, hiking up her skirt and pressing her against the wall. Everything disappeared around them as his hands traveled under her blouse to roughly grope her breasts. Her nipples were already hard peaks, awaiting the tantalizing touch of his fingers.
Karen groaned as Derrick kissed her, gripping a fistful of her hair and holding her firmly in place while his tongue sought entry into her mouth. She was more than willing to be open for him, with both her mouth and her cunt. It throbbed between her legs with a need for his fingers, cock, or anything else he wanted to put inside of her.
“We need to be quick,” she whispered as soon as their lips parted.
“I don't like quick,” he growled into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
It wasn't a lie. Derrick liked to fuck for hours, but Karen doubted they could do so now without someone banging impatiently on the lavatory door.
“Are you ready to become a part of the mile high club?” he asked. Before Karen had time to answer, Derrick was pulling her leg over his hip. She could hear the sound of his zipper, and then any response she might have made was converted into a moan as his hot cock head pressed between her pussy lips. “Quiet now, love,” he whispered, putting a hand over her mouth as he bucked inside.
Karen gasped from the feel of his thick member tunneling into her. When he was inside, touching and spreading her inner walls, she felt oddly complete. This was the man she was supposed to be with, the one who pleasured her like no other ever could. They belonged together, and it was never more apparent than when they were making love.
Derrick held onto Karen while he thrust into her, pressing her back against the wall so hard that she feared it might give way and send them both toppling out of the plane. The excitement of doing something this naughty and forbidden only added to the euphoric bliss that coursed through her. It was like every cell was on high alert, soaking in the maximum amount of sensation that the body would allow.
The sound of the door handle being tugged on made Karen's breath hitch. Derrick's response was to pick up the pace, his hand gently cupping over Karen's mouth to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.
“Quiet now, love. You don't want them to hear us, do you?” he whispered into her ear, ramming his manhood up into her as if his actions demanded the opposite of his words.
Karen bit her bottom lip, whimpering softly into Derrick's palm as his cock continued ravaging her, hammering out her pleasure. When the orgasm hit, it was like all the air was sucked out of the cabin. She couldn't breath and she saw stars, melting against the wall as warmth filled her nether region and spread to her extremities.
Derrick stilled against her, and a new warmth filled her, dripping down her thighs as he pulled out. His cock was still rigid. She gazed down at the glistening tip and blushed, watching as he stroked out the last few dribbles of semen.
My mouth was agape when I got to the bottom of the manuscript. As I had requested, Dominick let me read as he wrote it, sending me an email each afternoon with the updated copy. Sometimes, I wasn't sure if that had been such a good idea. The things he wrote made me blush. In fact, I still couldn't believe he could conjure up such crude thoughts about me. It was absolutely embarrassing.
While our sex life was good, it wasn't anywhere near as adventurous as what he wrote in his books. Sex in his novels took place in the most random public places. Aside from the mile high club scene, there was a sex scene in a park, one behind a bar, and one in an elevator. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be brave enough to do something like that in real life.
I turned off my computer and rolled out of bed to go find Dominick in his office. This was our agreement. He would let me read his book as he wrote it, but I would have to give him feedback. It was easier said than done. I knew nothing about how romance should be written. All I had to go off of was his previous novel, which had been about my sister. Both novels were incredibly personal. I was scared of saying something wrong, afraid to hurt his feelings. These weren't just random words of fiction. Everything he wrote was tied into how he thought and felt. It was a lot harder to give feedback knowing that.
I stood in the doorway of his office, smirking when he didn't even look up at me. It had taken me a while to learn that he wasn't ignoring me; he was just so engrossed in his work that he usually didn't realize I was there.
“Dom,” I said gently.
“Hm?” For a moment, he seemed startled, but then he smiled, that smile that warmed my heart and let me know he enjoyed my presence. “Did you finish it?”
“Mhm.”
“And?”
I shifted my weight, thinking about the inappropriate things he had written. “It was good, I think.”
“Good.” He nodded, his fingers quickly going back to work.
“Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“These things you write . . . Are they things you want to do with me?”
His grin was lecherous. “What if they are?”
“They're so perverted and . . . risky. Do you find me boring?”
He swiveled around to face me, outstretching his hands. I stepped forward, taking them, looking toward the floor and trying to keep the warmth invading my cheeks from turning into a full-on blush.
“Of course I don't find you boring,” he told me while pulling me onto his lap. “The things I write are fantasy.”
“But if they're fantasy, then that means they're things you want to do.”
“A lot of people have fantasies they'd never actually carry out.”
“A lot of people. I'm not asking about a lot of people though. I'm asking about you.”
Dominick affectionately kissed the side of my head, though it did little to make me feel more secure. “Well, as of yet, I haven't had many opportunities to take advantage of you in public. Aside from picking you up from school and taking you grocery shopping, we really don't go out much. That's mainly my fault though. I have a deadline to meet, so it's hard for me to drag myself away from the computer. Things will be different when we go to California this weekend though.”
If I hadn't been blushing before, I definitely was now. California. It had been in the forefront of my mind since Dominick had asked me to go with him. Would he molest me on the plane, as he had in his book? Part of me hoped so, but another part of me was terrified at the prospect. Planes weren't very comfortable, and I tended to get motion sickness while on them. I'm sure he wouldn't want to write that into his book.
“Are you excited about the trip?” he asked, noticing that I was starting to space out.
“Mhm. I suppose. We're not going to be gone for very long, and you'll be doing work stuff most of the time, but it will be nice to go somewhere with you.”
“I know it's not the vacation you'd hoped for.”
“You never promised me a vacation, just that you'd take me with you.” I smiled at him, kissing him on the nose, which made him scrunch up his face in the most adorable way.
“You should probably think about packing. We're leaving in two days.”
“I know. I've always
been a last minute packer though, and I've never forgotten anything.”
“If you say so.”
We stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before he spoke again, “As much as I'd love to keep you as a lap warmer, I have a deadline to make. Besides, it's getting late. To bed with you, Kimlet.”
I still cringed a little inside when he called me Kimlet, but I had learned to accept it as a part of us that would never die, no matter how much I wanted it to. Dominick must have seen me as a woman, otherwise he wouldn't be sleeping with me. Why he was so resistant to let go of the pet name he'd given me as a child, I'll never know, but I decided not to nag him about it. For as much as I hated the name, it did have a sense of nostalgia to it.
I retreated to my room, a little disappointed that he hadn't gotten aggressive. Dominick ran hot and cold, and sex only seemed to happen on a whim. Like he had written in his book, he reminded me of a predator, waiting to pounce on me until I least expected it. Even if I wasn't in the mood at the time, it didn't take long for him to warm me up. There was something about his touch that was absolutely magical. Just knowing he wanted me was enough to light a primal fire deep inside my core.
It seemed like the days dragged before our trip. I wasn't sure why I was so anxious to be going with Dominick. We were together all the time as it was. This vacation wouldn't be much different than being at home. I would just be doing my homework in a hotel room while he was gone on business. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if it was even worth me going. There probably wouldn't be much time for sightseeing, and the last thing I wanted was to be stuck inside a hotel room. Maybe there wouldn't even be time for sex. I scowled at the thought.
Friday came, and the butterflies in my stomach swirled maniacally as Dominick picked me up from school, and we drove to the airport. I wasn't sure if I was more nervous about the flight or him. All that was playing through my mind was the airplane scene I had read from his novel. Would he follow me if I went to the lavatory? Was he thinking all of those wicked thoughts about me?