Sophie immediately complied, stuffing the card into her jeans’ back pocket. “Can I go back to work now?” Sophie asked wearily, as if she’d been put upon by Elizabeth’s concern.
“Yes, but I’ll be checking up on you,” Elizabeth announced; it sounded very much like a threat. In the next moment her eyes softened from their normal intensity. “Don’t try to avoid me just because I care, okay?”
Sophie nodded. “Yes, Ma’am… Thanks,” she added shyly, and then hightailed it out of the room.
* * *
A Few Days Later
“I’ve never said it before, but after commentating for three games in a row, I’m really hating football.” Charlie put his big, solid arm around Liz and pulled her against his chest as she sat on the sofa, clicking through emails on her cellphone with frustration. “After I saw the Cowboys spank the Packers like little schoolgirls, I really just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But my makeup girl told me she’d kill me if I did that.”
Liz gave a hum in reply to pretend she was listening to him. She was in no mood to laugh; it had been days since Liz had seen hide or hair of Sophie. The week had been short because of Thanksgiving for the office, but Sophie hadn’t come in at all. She hadn’t called in, either; she had just disappeared.
Charlie leaned over, trying to entice a kiss out of her. She pecked his lips dutifully and then rested her head against him, even though she wasn’t a particularly cuddly person with him.
They used to share a girlfriend—one that used to give Charlie all the cuddles that he required. That relationship had ended last month, and now the man seemed to be going through withdrawals; he was trying to cuddle on her far more than she’d remembered him doing in the past.
Apparently, Charlie could sense there was something wrong, so he said, “I know. I miss Lacey, too,” as he petted Liz’s arm.
“That’s actually not what’s bothering me,” she mumbled distantly. Truthfully, she’d known Lacey would leave them for quite some time before the event occurred, and so the official ‘dumping’ had filled Liz with relief more than anything else. She hadn’t even thought about the girl the entire month, although she knew Charlie was obviously still broken up about it.
Honestly, Liz had been surprised that Lacey had stayed with them for two whole years. Lacey had been sexually oriented as straight more than Liz would have preferred. Anytime Liz had braved anything sexual with Lacey, the girl would tense up too much, which had made Liz feel a bit self-conscious.
Elizabeth had always prided herself on being the epitome of a bisexual. She had no more preference for one sex over the other. In fact, she would have missed having a girlfriend if she only had a boyfriend, and vice-versa. That was why both Charlie and his brother, Josh, had never truly seemed like enough… she needed a girl. A submissive girl, in fact, that she could control and dominate, which was why she had gotten so easily swept up in age-play way back in college when she’d discovered the idea of being a ‘mommy’ to someone. After sharing the idea with Charlie, who seemed to be a born ‘Daddy’, history was put in motion.
“All right,” Charlie said with an amused grunt, “spill.” He sat a little straighter. He seemed very excited to hear about anything not-Lacey. Boy, her leaving Charlie for a vanilla guy must have really kicked Charlie in the gut!
“Sophia didn’t show up at work yesterday,” Elizabeth divulged with a sigh, “and it’s not like her. In the past, she’s come in no matter what; in sickness and in bad weather.”
“Sophia…” Charlie drawled, eyeing the ceiling thoughtfully. “Sophia… Wait—that’s the sixteen-year-old mail-girl, right?”
Liz straightened and arched her eyebrow at him. “The kid’s not a vampire. She’s aged, you know. She just turned eighteen last week, and then she didn’t come to work. She didn’t even call in sick; she didn’t call in at all. She’s not the type of girl to just fall off the face of the earth.”
“Well, kids her age aren’t exactly reliable,” Charlie replied. “She’s probably out having fun.”
“Fun? I guarantee you she wouldn’t know fun if it bit her on the ass. She can’t afford fun. That girl is too poor to buy a bra! She’s living alone, she’s estranged from her parents, she’s practically invisible to everyone else at work; I know she doesn’t have any friends there. She’s not even allowed to die since she can’t afford her own funeral!” Liz huffed angrily. She wasn’t angry at Charlie, just at the world they lived in. A world that could put a girl like that at its mercy at such a young age…
Happy for an ear to rant to, Liz told him about Sophie’s abuse, and the fact that she wouldn’t take any of Liz’s money (except that one case with the birthday gift card, which had gone awry). Sophie had apparently dropped out of school midway through her sophomore year to work; so she had no real future… No friends, no connections, nothing.
“Hm,” Charlie grunted with a deep frown. “And I didn’t think I could have been any more depressed than I was five minutes ago.” He winced. “And the fuckwad just took her gift card? What kind of depraved asshole—?”
“I know,” Liz agreed, putting up her hands.
“Why don’t you call her?” Charlie asked next.
“I don’t even think she owns a phone,” Liz lamented. “Even if she did, though, you can bet your shirt she wouldn’t give me her number. She’s as stubborn as a goat! There’s no way in hell to get a hold of her… If something happened, nobody would probably even notice but me, and there’d be nothing I could do about it.”
Charlie rubbed his callused hands over her shoulders, shushing her soothingly. She hadn’t realized it until then, but Elizabeth was shaking. She was startled at her own reaction; she never got this upset.
“It’s okay, honey. She’ll turn up,” he assured her.
“I just hate not being able to do anything,” Liz admitted. She knew that Charlie would understand at least that much of her feelings. He’d known that Liz was a control-freak since they were small children playing in the sandbox, where she kept demanding that he make his sandcastles “the proper way.”
Charlie continued to massage her shoulders, turning her back toward him to give him better access at her stiff muscles. She felt Charlie begin to kiss her neck, and then his voice purred in her ear, “You know what you need to do? Relax. When you can’t do anything, then you need to find a way to take your mind off of it.” He obviously wanted to take his mind off his own matters, because he unbuttoned the top of her blouse and cupped one of her breasts through her lacy bra. Quickly, his fingers moved around the barrier and found her taut, attention-starved nipples.
Damn Charlie—he knew her breasts were her weakness! All it took was the littlest tweak of her nipples and she would turn into putty in his hands. There had been a reason why she hadn’t found the reason to find another man other than Charlie or Josh… rather, Elizabeth had a complete lack of reasons to go searching for another man. Why would she need a new man when Charlie and Josh knew her inside and out? Both of them knew every trick in the book that could get her cumming and screaming to the rafters every time without fail.
He laid her backwards until she was sprawled out on the sofa. He took her red nipples into his mouth and began to flick his tongue over them as he released himself from the confines of his pants. It was all about her tonight, apparently, because he batted her hands away from his stiff cock and continued rubbing and sucking and making her melt into the furniture.
Her mind began to change; her body was slowly charging into “the mood.” Hoping that tonight he’d actually let her dominate him, she pushed back, growling eagerly and wanting to mount him. “I’m gonna ride you like a lazy horse.”
Her tactic didn’t work; apparently he was in no mood to let her take the reins, which was normal for Charlie. “What do you think this is, your birthday?” Charlie growled back. They both pushed and clasped each other until they fell onto the carpet. He wrestled her until he had her pinned face-down on the floor. “Now, raise up your ass
to me like a good little slut who needs my cum inside of her.”
She’d lost her virginity after a wrestling match with him when they were teenagers. Ever since, that’s how sex for them was: one trying to dominate the other. Their battling hadn’t lasted long—Charlie joined the football team, and after enough weight-training to make even Arnold Schwarzenegger cringe, Charlie could always win and pin her into the position he wanted with stellar speed and efficiency.
She didn’t raise up her ass for him. “You’re such a bastard,” she grumbled into the carpet under her chin.
He gave her a firm swat on her backside. “Up,” he repeated, “or it’s going right into that sexy bottom.”
For a moment, Elizabeth considered that threat as possibly something she wanted. The short-lived pain from the anal penetration would definitely keep her mind in the present, and away from Sophie. Yet, Liz never did very well when being dominated to that extent; it would give Charlie too much satisfaction. With her shoulders still pinned to the rug, she dragged herself up to her knees so that her bottom was up and presented for his taking.
She felt the wide mushroom-head of his cock rub up and down her damp entrance. “Mmm, yeah. Nice and ready. You like this,” he rumbled heatedly. Charlie was the nicest person on the planet, but he did have a rougher side, and he loved dirty talk.
“Fuck me already,” she gritted.
“I want you begging a little better than that. It’s sounding to my ears like you’re giving me orders. That’s not how we roll, is it? Now, tell me how much you want my cock in your pussy.” He tightened his grip on her wrists and pushed her body more into the rug with his elbow.
“Fuck my pussy, Charlie. Hard… Please,” she added at the end, knowing he would tease her for a century until she finally said ‘please.’
With a firm push, he slid his entire length roughly into her, making her both moan and gasp at the same time. He moved his hands to her hips and slammed her bottom against his groin again and again. He was swearing at her; calling her a whore, a slut, a “cum dumpster,” and she was loving it. She was always surprised that she did, but she did. Especially when she was feeling a little out of control within her life, she liked to be degraded a bit in bed. It was sexy and taboo for her; it was different from the nearly comical levels of praise she received everywhere else.
He put his hands back up to her nipples and pulled at them. She moaned loudly, chirping with pain and delight at the same time. “Don’t you dare cum,” he said. She never knew what a man felt during sex, but he must have felt something like she did; he must have felt her building close to her release. “I want to fuck this pussy until you cry. Don’t cum.”
Defiantly, she came anyway.
“Fuck!” he growled as her muscles milked him over and over until he began to expand and contract. He wasn’t humping her now; he had stopped in a last-ditch effort. There was no stopping once he started, though. Defeated, he began to pull her hips back again, cumming deep into her, filling her with his liquid warmth.
He nipped at her shoulder, falling slightly on top of her, yet keeping his weight off of her body with his arms on each on each side. “You’re such a brat, you know that?” he chuckled behind her. “I was ready for a marathon!”
“Hey, it wasn’t me tugging on the nips,” she replied casually, less than sorry.
He rolled over to her side and put an arm under her, and she let her body meld against his naked body and chest.
She combed her fingers through his light layer of chest hair. “Should we move it to bed?”
“No. It’s only midnight on a Thursday,” he protested. “We’re thirty-two, not eighty.”
She giggled. “Should we move it to the sofa, then?”
He raised his head off the ground, looked over at the sofa, appraised it, and then groaned. “Nah,” he said, dropping his head back against the fuzzy faux-fur rug. “Too far.”
“It’s two feet away,” she reminded.
“Exactly. Two feet too far.” He took a deep breath. “Liz? Marry me.” He wasn’t asking—he was just stating it like it’d be a fun thing to do together, like going to get ice cream.
“We are married, honey,” Liz reminded. “Just informally.”
“Well, let’s make it formal,” he retorted, surely knowing she’d say no, and she did. She’d been saying ‘no’ since he first suggested they get married when they were eighteen. Then at nineteen. Then after he won his first national title when he was twenty, then again after he graduated college, again when she graduated law school, and then pretty much whenever he felt like it after that. “I’d keep it open,” he assured with a snort of frustration. “You could date other people. I just wouldn’t. I’m never going to do the daddy thing again—with anyone.”
“That’s what you always say,” she said, and it was. Lacey wasn’t the first girlfriend he played a “daddy” to, and after every breakup he always announced that he was done with the age-play lifestyle. “The answer is still no, though. Besides, you know I get off on the ‘mommy’ thing… Unless you’d like a mommy?” she hinted with a mischievous spark in her eye.
“No,” he told her sternly. “Honey, I don’t even like you on top.” Charlie was a dominant man in every sense of the word; this she’d always known about him.
“Your loss,” she assured with a shrug. “Your brother never complained.”
“Yeah, well, Josh likes it any way he can get it,” he reminded her with a laugh. “But yes, I know that you’re the best at everything you do, including sex. It’s what you’re known for.” He sighed and let the room fill with silence for nearly a minute before he resumed talking. “I’m serious, though. No more ‘little girls.’ I’m through.”
She kissed his chest, knowing that he felt his heart had been stomped on by Lacey, who was twenty-seven, but had played the part of a seven-year-old who loved sitting on her daddy’s lap or being bent tail-up over it for being a naughty little girl. Charlie had taken care of her, cuddled her, and even dressed her up like she was a doll. He had a serious fetish for age-play, and one of the upstairs bedrooms was packed with toys and little-girl clothes and furniture in extra-large sizes. Charlie also liked that lifestyle to be twenty-four/seven. He didn’t like the girl ever not calling him “Daddy”; once he had a role with someone, he kept it.
“Well, I don’t know if I’m through,” she said stubbornly. “We’re not all going vanilla just because of you.”
He rolled his eyes toward her with annoyance. “Fine, you can bring home whoever you want. But I’m not doing it anymore.”
“Fine,” she said, and got off the floor to walk to the bathroom.
He sat up on his elbow and watched her walk. “You know how sexy you look with my cum dripping down your thighs?” he asked.
She gave a snort and threw him a chiding look over her shoulder. “You’re a romantic, Charlie,” she said sardonically.
Charlie gave a laugh and eventually got up as well. The two watched some TV and drank wine together. Eventually, they watched through the window as Charlie’s brother carried a woman on his shoulder, caveman-style, into his guest house, pausing to give them a thumbs up.
After that, Charlie carried Liz into his bedroom, just to prove to her that he could still easily do it (despite having five shoulder surgeries). They fell asleep, only awakening when Liz’s cellphone, which she had placed on Charlie’s nightstand, started to vibrate.
Charlie glared at the clock. “What kind of asshole calls at four o’clock on a holiday?” he demanded.
“Might be a client,” she sighed, and picked up the call from an unknown number. “Hello?”
“Um… Hi, Miss Button.” Sophie’s voice was childlike enough that Liz knew it immediately.
Liz sat up in bed, already alarmed.
“I’m really, really sorry I’m waking you up this morning, but I didn’t know what time you were getting up, and I pegged you for one of those really early risers so I was sort of hoping I’d catch you sort of not
-asleep…” she immediately rambled, sounding more squeaky and nervous with every word.
“Sophia, what’s wrong?”
Sophie’s groan sounded pain-filled. “Everything,” she moaned.
Liz took a deep breath. “What’s everything?”
Chapter Two
“Thanks so much for paying my bail, Miss Button,” Sophie said timidly as she followed Elizabeth out toward the parking lot. “I promise that I’ll pay you back just as soon as I can.”
Sophie couldn’t stop apologizing. Every time she tried, the air around her would feel like it was strangling her. Elizabeth kept silent. The woman was obviously very upset, and Sophie couldn’t blame her. It was five-thirty in the morning on a holiday weekend, after all. Sophie had been too ashamed and miserable to call Elizabeth for two days, until she began to fear her cell-mates: two tougher-than-nails prostitutes who promised to teach her “a thing or two.” Desperate not to learn even the first thing they had in mind, let alone the second, Sophie had finally begged for her phone call.
Sophie stopped, intending to let Elizabeth walk to her car alone; after all, Elizabeth had barely looked at her all morning. Unexpectedly, however, Elizabeth stopped walking when she did. “What are you doing?” Elizabeth asked, her voice extremely firm and curt.
“Nothing, I was just gonna walk home,” she said.
“Where’s home? You’re still listing your parents’ apartment as your address. I saw your form,” she demanded, her voice filled with accusation.
“It’s just up the street,” Sophie said, pointing. Way, way up the street… Probably about eight miles. It was worth the walk; Elizabeth was looking pretty tense.
“Get in the car,” Elizabeth ordered, unlocking the passenger side. “I’m driving you and walking you in.”
Sophie’s eyes rounded. That was not going to do at all! She felt panic rise into her throat. “No, no!” Sophie said, waving her hands back and forth. “That’s okay, I’ll just take a bus. You’ve done too much already, really, I—”
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