by Dee Ellis
“I won't ever stop wanting you. Won't ever stop needing you. Ella. Ella.” I whimper as he draws me close, angling his hips to slide inside me soft and gentle.
We come together just as we reach his place so we sit there, warm in the afterglow of this thing that follows none of the rules we insist on. New York City carries on around us, but in the back seat of that town car, there is only us. Only we exist. Knox leans away to stare up at me, something heavy in his eyes.
“I mean it. It won't ever stop for me. Never has. Not since the very first time I laid eyes on you, Ella.” I look away from the emotion in his face until he tugs my jaw back.
“Me either, Sir.” Shaking his head, he forces me to look down into his eyes as he cradles me against his chest.
“You know when to call me Sir, Ella. When I'm deep inside you, owning you. When you're coming for me. Not when we're talking about us.” I nod again, lowering closer to brush my fingertips over his handsome face.
“I don't want to upset you again.” I frown when he shakes his head, sighing.
“Oh, baby. I was not upset with you. Thought I failed you somehow. Tell me why.” I frown deeper, looking away shamefully.
“Why....I couldn't?” Knox nods, kissing at my mouth softly before he waits.
“I want to know why you couldn't come for me today. Is it...not enough or maybe too much?” I shake my head, tears filling my eyes.
“God, no. It's....it's perfect. I just.... I missed you and last night was so good, I couldn't....I couldn't because I wanted it to be you. Always want it to be you.” Looking away again, I try to shift off his lap as shame floods me. I know some day it will be enough for him. Knox will want something else. I won't ever want something else. Nothing else could be what this is to me.
“Baby, look at me. I made us choose just one night at a time. I didn't know how to give you more at first. Do you need more, Ella?” I shake my head because I know I can't ask for more. It is one of our rules, after all.
“No, Sir. I will take what you give me...” Knox slaps my ass, hard, yanking my jaw until I meet his hard stare.
“Tell me. Do you need more from me? I want to give you the fucking world, Ella. I want to take care of your every need. Do you need me more? Tell me the truth.” Tears slide down my temples as I nod slowly.
“I don't need more. I want more. You told me never to ask for more.”
“Oh, Ella. Baby. First rule was that you tell me what you need, always. If you need more, I will give you more. I only want to give you what you need. I won't ever deny you, Ella. Come here, baby. Tell me what you want.” Knox drags his lips over the trail of my tears before pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.
“You, Knox. Just want you, baby.” Knox carries me from the car, bursting into the lobby of his place still carrying me. By the time we reach the penthouse elevator, most our clothes are off and I wonder what kind of show we gave the lobby.
“I am yours, Ella. Whenever. Wherever. However. Period. Stay with me this weekend. All weekend. Don't go home.” I nod as he drops to the floor of the elevator, hiking one of my legs over his shoulder.
I cry out as his mouth covers me, both of us moaning as I come after one long, slow lick of his tongue. Knox stands, lifting me into a corner of the elevator. He's inside me, pumping away before the elevator starts climbing floors. We stumble out backwards, toppling into his penthouse where I ride him until he comes with a shout, both of us laughing wildly.
“Fuck I can't get enough of you, Ella. Look at me,” Rolling to pin me beneath him, he shoves our clothes off, leaving us panting, sweaty and naked, “I will always give you what you need. If what you need is me, well then, I give you more of me. I want to take care of you, Ella. Give you everything. I don't want someone else to give you a single fucking thing. You hear me?” I nod, brushing my fingers over his golden skin.
“Yes, Sir. Speaking of needs. I need food.” Knox laughs, throws his head back and laughs before hoisting me up and carrying me to the kitchen.
Knox feeds me well. I watch him cook chicken and veggies naked, pressing kisses to my shoulders, my thighs, and my mouth as he spins around the kitchen. We eat naked too, sitting out in the warm summer twilight on his balcony, feeding one another lazily.
We talk about his bad day and how coming to see me made it seem insignificant. I tell him how finding him waiting for me again made me happier than I wanted to let him see. Knox promises me I could never ask for too much. Because he wants to give me everything, he says.
We make love again, sweet and slow and he calls me baby when we come and I call him Knox as pleasure pounds through me. After, we lay together a tangle of limbs as we watch the sun set in comfortable silence. I wake up sometime later, alone out on the balcony. Heading inside to find him, I instead find my worst nightmare.
“I don't care, Ora. Fired you for spreading your legs at the office. Come back to me with a DNA test.” I start to back away, not wanting to hear more of a conversation not meant for me.
“Who's the slut of the week, Knox?” I flinch when two pair of eyes swing to land on me.
Knox stands with a striking blond with big tits spilling out of her designer dress. Tall and lithe, is just who I imagined might be on the receiving end of those sexy selfies I once snooped through. While I don't recognize her as one of the faces in his bang gang collection, I don't doubt she's in there somewhere.
Maybe even right next to me.
Another one of many.
“Baby. Come here.” I almost laugh. Knox tries to remain control even when it is clear to all three of us, he just lost it.
“Yeah...no. I think I am going to go.” I walk through the living room nude, snatching up my clothes as I head for the elevator.
“Did I intrude?” The woman asks as her face twists in a mask of contempt.
“Get the fuck out. How did you even find where I live, Ora?” I punch the button on the elevator over and over, wanting to get out of here, away from him, away from whatever this is.
“Taylor mentioned it.” I frown at the mention of his partner.
“Ella. Get back here, now. Don't you fucking walk out now.” I laugh. Cover my sob with a second laugh when he comes up behind me, pressing his face into my neck.
“Don't touch me.” Knox lets out a roar, dragging me back against him, harsh words at my ear.
“You don't tell me what to do. Forgot how we work, baby? I control this.” I laugh with a nod, punching at the call button furiously as I try to break free.
“My mistake. Entirely my fucking mistake.” Knox softens behind me, words going soft as he moves his mouth at my skin.
“Baby, do not go like this. Not this way, Ella. Ora is Taylors slut.” Another bark of a laugh as I realize how stupid I truly am.
“One of plenty, no doubt. Like you, keeping your options on speed dial. I need to go.” Knox punches the wall beside me and I jump as it splinters beneath his fist.
“I need you to stay. Ora is nothing to me besides a fucking thorn in my side. One I intend to remove once I set you straight.” I dart into the elevator once it finally swings open, still naked as I clutch my clothes.
“No need. I am straight as shit, Sir.” I spit the word out as the doors start to close in his face.
“Ella, I swear to Christ!” I wince as he punches at the doors before they close completely.
I lose it then. Don't even know why. I mean, I saw all the photos, all the videos, even a few screen shots of text messages. Knox kept plenty of female company. Rules stated I was not to sleep with another man while we did...whatever it was we were doing. Knox promised the same but I suppose all the lovers before me maybe didn't count?
I am dressed once the elevator hits the lobby.
Takes me three blocks to hail a cab in the rain and once I do, I don't look back.
After showering, feeding Bilbo and getting a stern talking to for leaving him alone so often—really, he just ate his food with his back to me and glared when he asked for seconds
I denied—I wander around my apartment that doesn't feel very much like home.
I like Morty down the street and Mrs. Gardner downstairs who I sometimes buy extra cheesy dogs for. But, I have nothing else here. Bilbo mews in disagreement. Glenda at the dance studio is sweet and kind but also a loner who had her dreams dashed and heart broken long before I came along.
While I love my students, they pass through my class quickly, few faces returning more than a few times. I love what I do, but I don't know why I do it if I don't make an impact on any of them. For the first time in a while, I feel so lost here. Just like the first weeks I spent here, belonging nowhere, knowing no one, having nothing.
Knox promised to make me love New York but we never got that far.
Truth is we never got far at all.
Burning at my chest, aching in my soul kind of argues how far we truly got, but I digress.
I don't need to stay here if I don't want to. And, right now, this moment, I don't want to be here at all.
Two days I lie to myself that my decision is my own. Place packed up, notice given to Good Witch Glenda, I wave goodbye to Mrs. Gardner and Morty as I head for the train station.
Might have come to New York because of a man, but I'm leaving New York for myself.
Not because of the man who made rules neither of us could stick to.
Rules like never asking for more, never expecting something we couldn't give.
One golden rule? Never letting our heart get broken.
Knox
I am fucking broken.
Two weeks ago, my entire world crumbled at once. For all my knowledge on how to repair things, how to rehab the worst of the worst hotels, I have no fucking clue how to put my life back together again.
Ora, a woman I never even laid a finger on, shattered my world in one night.
All my fears about those women I fucked and filmed, fucked and photographed, fucked and forgot were for nothing. None of them had it out to ruin me because I never wanted them. All those women got just what they wanted: one night with my cock. Bonus: some got photos or video as parting gifts.
Good enough for them.
Ora wanted it all. I never even saw her coming.
Over a year ago, Ora came on board as my assistant. I hated her voice, how disorganized she was and how slutty she looked at the office. I handed her off to Taylor. Who, like an idiot, fell for her tits out, ass up routine. Should be enough that she got her filthy talons into my best friend and partner good and deep.
After I fired her, I thought we were in the clear. I was so fucking wrong.
All I did was unleash the beast.
“You fucked Ora?” Taylor stormed into my place after I kicked Ora out, just before I went after my girl.
My fucking girl.
Earthy mother fucking Ella was broken after hearing a clearly pregnant Ora accuse me of fathering her child. Except, I never touched Ora. Not once. Hell, I had not touched another woman besides Ella in months, to be honest. Never wanted to touch another woman once I touched Ella and once she touched me. I was never the same and even now, knew I never would be.
“Didn't touch that whore, Taylor. What the fuck is that bitch up to?” I didn't care about Ora's bullshit which I could disprove easy enough.
What I cared about was my girl walking out of my place naked at three in the morning, fucking broken. I cared about getting to her and setting her straight. Cared about letting her know I would never touch another woman, let alone the way I touched her.
I fucking loved her.
Didn't know how to say it so I tried to show it by giving her everything she needed. I took care of her every day, made sure she ate, made sure she got rest; made sure she came hard and came often. Told her she was mine even when I punished her until she ached. Took everything from her while giving her everything I had.
Took one night, one moment of one night, to chase away the only good thing I ever had.
“Not what she says. Says you got her fucking pregnant, and that's why you fired her. I never fucked her raw, and she claims she's four months pregnant. Been fucking her for less than a month so it ain't mine. Leaves you, man.” Three in the morning and I wanted to go after my girl and my best fucking friend thought I had been fucking his flavor of the month raw.
We almost came to blows because he believed her over me. I get that a woman with some magic pussy can weave some shit over a man—I am proof positive because Ella had me ruined with that sweet as sin pussy between her thick thighs—but Jesus, what a fucking moron. Known Taylor since I was fourteen and he chooses some woman he barely knows outside the bedroom over me? Over our fucking business?
I couldn't get to Ella that night because it was just the start of the shits-how that followed. The next day, I was forced to buy Taylor out since I had controlling shares of the company. Watched my best friend walk away with a snake on his arm who promised me she would take the company from me if it was the last thing she did.
During a long day with my lawyers, it came out that Ora had claimed we'd had an affair that I cut off once she asked for more than my standard offer of one night at a time. I never gave anyone other than Ella more than one night at a time. Ora claimed to know intimate details about me that could prove her accusations. It was then I remembered how I really lost my phone that day at the park.
“Fancy meeting you here, boss.” My after work stroll through the park was no secret to any of KL Hotels's team members.
Ora followed me, flirting shamelessly while I politely ignored her as I always had. Despite a nice body and a pretty face, everything about Ora felt as phony as the tits she paid good money for. Knowing something was brewing between her and Taylor, I blamed my refusal on loyalty to my best friend.
Truth is, Ora never wanted me to say yes that day.
Orchestrating our run-in had been about my fucking phone. Where I had photos, videos, texts and more that Ora could use against me. Everyone at KL Hotels carried the same phone; with the same fancy cases we'd gifted the team. I don't know what her grand plan was, but I figure now switching our phones was a crucial part of it.
Too bad for her, I had two phones, and she took the wrong one.
“Believe we got our phones swapped, Ora.” I had challenged the very next day at the meeting I ultimately fired her at.
Ora turned my work phone over without hesitation. Nothing of use on it. By some weird twist of fate, I managed to lose my personal phone despite her attempts. Spent an entire morning panicked that a snake like Ora had it, but really my sweet, Earthy motherfucking Ella had it the entire time. Somehow Ora knew about the photos and videos though, and now I have to wonder if she and Taylor had worked together all along.
“Looking for Ms. Ella?” A sweet old lady with no less than seven cats surrounding her had called out to me.
I'd never been there, but right away I knew it was Mrs. Gardner, Ella's favorite neighbor. We didn't talk about everything we should have, but I did my best to find out the details she was so guarded with. It took me two days to go after my girl, but at least her neighbor expected me. But, I was two days too late.
“Gone, handsome. Back home to Ohio. Packed it in, said to tell you to fuck off if you came looking. Fuck off.” I laughed even as her words stole the ground from underneath me.
Fuck me. Gone. Fucking gone? Back to Ohio?
All those details I wanted but never asked for. Ones that would let me know where to find her, how to get her to come back, how to make it right, I didn't have. None of them. We laughed and fucked and I ate her sweet pussy and fed her before I fucked her again. But, I never made her give me those details.
For two weeks, I sat back and watched my world fall apart because of the details.
Details like where my girl, the woman I loved, the best thing to ever happen to me, grew up.
How I had let my best friend turn his back on me and try to give what we put everything into away to a woman who didn't give a shit about him.
Or how I had i
gnored all the signs that Ora had been plotting to shake us down from the very beginning. Ora might have wanted me once, but what she really wanted was KL Hotels, and the lawsuit that landed on my desk two days ago said as much.
“Fuck her up. Shake every fucking slimy scale loose.” I barked to my private investigator, Mac, who is tasked with blowing holes in Ora's case.
“And, the other girl?” Mac cocks his head as he mentions Ella.
“Find her for me, Mac. Tell me every detail you find.” Ora would take time I didn't truly give a shit about. I would fight her and Taylor if I had to.
Right now, my focus was getting my girl back. Getting every fucking detail about her and giving her mine.
Like how I loved the fuck out of her and would shackle her to my goddamn bed if she thought about walking out on me again.
Details like how I loved her laugh almost as much as her moans.
How I liked holding her all night more than I liked spanking that sweet ass of hers. It was a close though.
Or details like how I think I loved her a little after the very first time she called me Sir, on that text message months ago.
Two months now.
Two months of knowing Ella existed and not nearly enough time having her, learning her details, telling her how good she was, how beautiful and perfect and how wanted her to love the city and love being mine and love me.
“Found her Sir. Check your emails for my files, tickets to Springboro and photos my contact came through with this morning. Good luck, Sir.” I can't get to my email fast enough as I rush from the office, telling my secretary to handle shit. I didn't even know what shit I mean. I didn't much care lately.
Ella. My gorgeous Earthy motherfucking Ella.
A vision in pink leggings that made her legs go on for days, a tiny tank top that flashed her taught belly and pretty tits, snuggled into a hoodie where she held her fluffy cat, Bilbo. Fresh off a plane at the airport, she looks stunning but sad. I ache to hold her at the same time I want to tear a whole in those leggings and punish her tight pussy for days.
Boarding KL Hotels's private jet, because right now fuck yes, I am calling in perks, I head to do one or the other. Probably both.