by Kylie Parker
“Selena I trust you are making yourself comfortable. Please choose a dress from the closet and be ready in 15 min.” The thick accent was hard to place, and Selena looked around to see if there was a way to communicate.
“Can you hear me?” She asked.
“If you need to communicate press the intercom button beside the door. It is the only way someone can hear you.” The voice lied.
Finding the button, Selena pressed it and tentatively said, “Thank you, but can you tell me what is appropriate attire?”
“Yes, anything in that closet will do fine. Will there be anything else?”
“No, thank you,” Selena said, and she walked over to the closet. Opening it, she found a huge array of evening gowns. After trying on a few, Selena settled for a shiny black dress with a long slit up one side. Looking herself over in the mirror was like looking at a different version of herself.
The knock came a few minutes early, and Selena opened the door to see Lawrence in a tuxedo. He looked at her appreciatively and then took her arm and guided her down the hall. Into a conference room, she went and sat down in the chair Lawrence directed her to. This was apparently a pre-supper meeting, and Selena sat and listened to almost the same spiel regarding the merger and who it would benefit. One name was mentioned, Ziti, and it triggered a memory or a niggling idea to look into that Selena just couldn’t place. At the end of the meeting, Lawrence came up to her and once again grabbed her by the arm and guided her away. This time, he brought her to a quiet balcony where wine and glasses waited. He handed her a glass, his hand lingering on hers as she took it.
“You are very poised for someone so young.” He said as he let his hand drop to her waist.
Blushing and looking away Selena smiled and said: “Then I am good at hiding it.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. You know what you want so don’t be afraid to go get it.” Lawrence stared at him, his eyes half covered by long strands of black hair.
“I should be taking notes,” Selena said. “Or asking the questions.”
“Ask me anything.” Lawrence challenged her, leaning in a little closer.
Biting her bottom lip, Selena thought for a moment. She did not have a creative question about the merger but more thought about Lawrence personal life though he might not be keen to answer.
“How many people do you share this house with?” It may not be her most clever question but with his eyes on her, she couldn’t concentrate.
“Depends on how long you stay.” He said in a light voice putting a hand to her cheek. She didn’t move. This was supposed to be all business, yet Selena’s mind kept wandering, and she could not help it. Fortunately, they were interrupted when someone came and told them supper was ready.
A formal meal, Selena sat between Lawrence and some of the other Scriva executives. She smiled and watched with wonder how the other half lived. She was thankful to have recorded it all. The wine was making her hazy, and she was sure it was Lawrence’s leg pressing into her. The executives scrambled to share their version of the story with her, and she nodded at their requests. Finally, after five hours they had a full course dinner and Lawrence walked Selena back to her room.
At the door he followed her in, claiming he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. Sitting down in a chair beside the bed he asked her if she needed anything else.
“It has been such an amazing night. I cannot imagine anything more.” She said, but her eyes lingered on his lips.
“Well, that was all business so we will have to work on the pleasure.” He said, his eyes fixed on her.
“Oh,” she said in surprise. “This is a business trip…”
“Oh.” He said, making his lips the same shape hers were, mimicking her body language. “And do you have no time for play?”
“I am sure our ideas of play are very different,” Selena said in a coy voice, sure now that he was flirting, though she was so out of her element she couldn’t know.
“You are not as innocent as you seem,” Lawrence said with a growl.
“And you are not as intimidating as you seem,” Selena said, brushing by him as she paced the room.
In a flash, Lawrence was up and grabbing her arms. He pushed her against the wall and pinned her arms above her. His body pressed lightly into hers as he whispered near her lips, “I seemed intimidating to you?”
“Oh yes.” Selena moaned feeling his bulge press into her as she spoke.
Her body shivered at its lack of control and she tried but couldn’t move. He stood in silence and looked at her. Then pressing his lips to hers he tasted her. Pushing harder and deeper he forced himself into her mouth, keeping her arms pinned up above her with one arm and he pulled at her dress with the other. She struggled underneath him eager to touch his body, face and hair but he only grunted and held her tighter while he kissed her lips, neck, and shoulders.
When he pulled away briefly to look at her, she gasped “what is this?” Lawrence stopped for a moment then pulled away.
“This is goodnight.” He said. “Sweet dreams.” And he kissed her cheek and left the room.
Chapter Three
The next day Lawrence’s assistant brought breakfast and prepped Selena for the day. She was to be touring three different Scriva sites in order to gather information for her story. The assistant, Alice, would accompany Selena for the duration of the day and answer any questions.
“Where’s Lawrence?” Selena asked.
Alice laughed loudly. “Oh, he is working dear. He does not have time to do all the sightseeing and entertain the random journalists.”
Her comments made Selena feel small, and she fell silent only speaking when she had an intelligent or appropriate question. She knew Scriva wanted a fluff piece on how wonderful they were, but she was going to give a fair and accurate interpretation. Selena ignored multiple calls from her editor, not sure whether to be angry or elated and chose a mixture of both with an attitude of professionalism. She focused on pretending the whole thing was a job interview because she had the underlying feeling this was a test. After lunch with Alice, who had as much charm as a bored sloth, she was taken back to her room. Before she turned to walk away, Alice spoke. It sounded like she was reciting orders.
“Go in and write your article. Then in two hours Lawrence will review it. Be ready for dinner at that time, wearing a different dress. Something short.” Alice said nothing else, only walked away.
Feeling infuriated Selena couldn’t believe Scriva thought they would control the story she wrote. To have them review it was not uncommon but usually electronically after the work was done. In any case, having nothing else to do, Selena sat down and worked on the article, contacting her editor to check in and report progress. A lot of the information was a blur as she checked out a rough draft.
A knock at the door broke her concentration. She opened it and was surprised to see Lawrence standing there dressed casually in a loose shirt and light pants.
“Do you mind if I come in?” He asked as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “How was the tour?”
“It was very thorough and informative; there is a lot of information to include,” Selena responded as he stepped closer to her she slumped onto the bed and instantly regretted it. Her breasts bounced loose under her shirt, and her eyes glanced quickly towards the chair where her bra sat.
With his eyes on her chest, Lawrence sat beside her. “I was hoping your day went well. It looks like you are making yourself at home.” His gaze traced the room and landed on her bra. He stopped for a moment and looked back at her chest.
Selena blushed and went speechless; she should be discussing the article and the angle from which she would write it, but her brain felt sodden, and she sighed. Staring at his large hands, she silently urged him to touch her so she could unleash the passion she felt for him.
“We’re not finished yet.” He said sliding closer to Selena.
Uncertain and still feeling like she was taki
ng part in a test, Selena tilted away from him. Her breasts bounced as if to denounce the motion and Lawrence put a hand on her waist, at the edge of her shirt. Hearing a slight moan, he put his hands under her shirt on her stomach before moving in slow circles to her back and breasts. She arched into him and groaned. He silenced her with his mouth pushing hard into her and removing her shirt with one hand and then climbed on top of her. He still had her shirt balled up in his right fist.
“This is against the rules.” He whispered into her ear grunting.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to her, kissing his neck, enveloping his essence. “Don’t you ever just stop and have fun.”
Dark eyes clouding over he looked at her with a smirk and slowly smiled. “Oh, I like to play, and I am going to introduce you to my game.”
Pinning her down she writhed beneath him feeling wet at her powerlessness and his ability to pleasure her. She didn’t want to speak because everything she would say would add to the weirdness and she was too turned on to want it to stop. Lawrence was movie star sexy and suave and obviously rich and powerful. Having him on top of her was strange and random and amazing. As another moan escaped her lips, Lawrence pushed into her more forcefully and moved away.
“Now let’s get you dressed.” He said as he stood up and strode towards the closet. Opening the door, he rummaged through the dresses and took out two he seemed satisfied with them. He looked back and forth between the two dresses and finally held one out. It was a short black strapless mini dress and in it, Selena would be showing a lot more skin than she was used to and she would have to be naked underneath to pull it off.
“Put this on. I will use your bathroom and freshen up, and we will go.” He looked at her like he wanted to stay right where they were and continue where they left off. Instead, he walked to the bathroom, and she followed with her eyes, imagining jumping in the shower with him.
Selena stripped off the rest of her clothes and pulled on the tight dress. It was short and low-cut, but her breasts filled it nicely, and she was surprised at how comfortable it was. Instead of entering the bathroom she gave herself a once over in the mirror by the door and waited.
Chapter Four
On their way to an employee appreciation dinner, Lawrence was quiet for a time. He had slid in next to her, but he had been quiet, and she was too nervous to touch him.
“We didn’t get a chance to talk about the article.” She said tentatively.
“I haven’t wanted to talk about that.” He replied.
“Oh? Why not?” She asked.
“I am not happy you sent a request to your editor without checking with me first.” His tone became serious.
“How do you know that?” Selena asked. When he didn’t answer, she laughed it off and said, “Well I guess you will have to punish me.”
He drew a sharp breath, and his voice came out gruffer than usual. “How do you think I should do that?”
Seeing that he was turned on flipped a switch for Selena, and she was ready to play with this gorgeous billionaire. If he wanted games, she could give them to him. “I think you better spank me to teach me a lesson.” She said in a sweet voice.
Before she could breathe, he grabbed her and bent her over his lap. Rolling her over he pulled her dress up exposing her bare cheeks. His hand caressed her, and before she could struggle, he spanked her hard twice on each cheek. Selena cried out and felt a tingle all over her body. Before he covered her, he sat her up on his lap and kissed her hard. Then he adjusted her dress and set her down on her seat. She was panting and trying hard to control the outburst of emotion inside her. Wet between her legs she wiggled in her seat a little.
“Now will you behave?” He asked, seeing how turned on she was.
“No.” She said stubbornly and smiled.
Lawrence growled and moved towards her when the door opened, and they were greeted with flashbulbs.
“This is employee recognition gala so just smile pretty and stay close I am sure you will gather all the information you need here.” He put an arm behind her back and smiled widely while guiding her through the crowd.
When they finally arrived at their table, Lawrence held out a chair for Selena to sit and then took off looking for some drinks. Once again, Selena found herself struggling to stay afloat as she made mental notes on what to send to her editor in the morning, hoping Edwards had gotten back to her with some direction. She was used to cut and dry court pieces where she reported the facts. In this situation, there were no cut and dry facts. There were the facts Scriva wanted to be published, and there was a deeper story as well, something they worked hard at hiding. Then, of course, there was the more recent X-rated story. All her mind kept traveling to was Lawrence on top of her, and how she wanted so much for him to fill her and pleasure her in ways, he could only achieve.
Throughout supper, Lawrence kept the conversation light and friendly with their table mates. At the same time, Lawrence was whispering in her ear, though not entirely visible to anyone else he told her how hot she looked when she was eating her breadsticks. When he touched her thigh, she bit her lip so she would not tremble or call out his name.
This was a game to him, seeing how riled up he could get her and it was putting him in a good mood. Fortunately, it was a big banquet and the lights were soon dimmed so that the main presentations could begin. Everyone turned to face the stage which left them alone, and Lawrence was enjoying the game. He slipped his hand under her mini dress. Slowly rubbing circle upwards on her inner thighs, he pushed the mini-dress aside.
“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered in her ear before one of his colleagues interrupted.
At that moment her phone rang, the emergency ring from her editor. She excused herself, walked around for a while looking for a quiet spot and finally opted for a hidden nook behind the coat check. She hoped everything was alright because she already felt that she was in over her head. She checked her phone, no messages.
Biting her lip and thinking for a while about what the problem could be she reluctantly called Edward’s home phone number. He picked up on the first ring and was very jovial.
“Selena, good to hear from you. I got the article for the first story, and it is out of this world. Also, your idea for a follow up is phenomenal. Everyone loves it and you are approved for travel allowances and expenses for your next two days where you are. Keep up the good writing.” Her editor hung up after a very one-sided conversation.
Fortunately, for Selena, she did not say anything. If she had it would be that the story didn’t come from her, what was he even talking about? Shaking her head, she stood still racking her brain for what was happening. This being a dream was the only explanation that could explain the strange occurrences all around her. Lawrence Scriva’s charm went beyond wanting to impress her for the magazine; she was so taken by his grace and body that she dreamt up a sex dream. Right? Pinching herself, she figured it was worth a try to see if she would wake up but of course, it did nothing. She thought in wonder about staying here for another two days. It was like a fantasy and Selena hoped she did not get uncovered as a fraud in her own fantasy.
“What are you doing hiding out here?” Lawrence said, walking up behind her.
Whirling around she lost her balance, and he caught her. “What do you know about me staying here longer?”
“Oh, you heard the good news then. We will have two days to play while your work gets taken care of for you.” His arms slid up and down her body as if to warm her from an unknown cold.
Selena cocked her head sideways and bit her lip. “Are you saying you wrote that article…but I…”
Before she could finish, he closed her mouth with a kiss, slipping his hand into the top of her dress to caress her breasts. “What I really want to do.” He said, groaning as his body gyrated against her. “Is to bend you over that bench over there.” As he pointed to the bench, his arm slid under her, groping between her legs, up her thighs and he caressed her with his fingers
. She leaned into him with a sigh and ran her fingers through his hair while he fondled her. He probed with his fingers, his face on her breasts and she gasped at the pleasure in such a public place. Anyone could walk in at any time, and she didn’t care just as long as he kept stroking her, touching her, sucking her. The dress Lawrence had chosen had given him ample access to the pleasure places so he could enjoy her body when he needed to. The rhythmic intimacy and stroking touch built into waves of intensity and Selena cried out as she climaxed.
She leaned into his broad chest, and he held her with one hand, ensuring her breasts were once again nicely tucked away. He grazed them and felt her hard nipples which caused him to shiver. At the sound of someone approaching, they gave each other a dirty little smile as Lawrence smoothed over her dress and took a step back.
“Mr. Scriva, we are waiting for your speech in the other room. After you, we are done for the day and everyone is ready to let loose.” A short man with no hair peeked around the corner and spoke nervously before flitting away.
“Well, duty calls,” Lawrence said to her stepping away completely. His shoes squeaked as he turned on his heels and headed back into the room. Before he finally left, he said: “we will continue this very soon.”
Selena smiled until he left, and then she crumpled to the floor and touched where she was wet. If this fantasy was going to be real, she might as well enjoy it. Feeling turned on and uncertain she walked back into the room with a swagger, waiting to hear Lawrence give his speech. Afterward, she awaited his return with hungry eyes. He got a standing ovation and person after person came up to him and congratulated him shaking his hand and often sharing ideas and insight. It was exhausting, and she was only watching from a distance. He finally made his way to her briefly wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her gently on the cheek. Then he was pulled back into the discussion with management, employees and others. He turned down all offers to dance and finally, forcefully pushed himself out through the room.