by E. D. Brady
Shannon crawled from the bed and stood in front of him. “Yes?” she asked apprehensively.
“Kneel down,” he said.
She obeyed immediately.
“Closer,” he requested and pulled her hips forward so that she was kneeling between his legs. He untied the string around his sweatpants then pushed them down his hips, exposing his large erection. Shannon looked up in confusion, unsure of what he wanted. He took her right hand and placed it on his shaft then moved her hand up and down. “Like that,” he coaxed. When he removed his own hand, she kept up the motion, glancing up to see if she was doing it right. “That’s it, Shannon,” he said encouragingly. “You’re doing great.” He threw his head back and gasped.
After several minutes, Chad took her hand away and looked down at her. He put his hands over both of her ears and pulled her head over to his stiff cock. Shannon instinctively knew what he wanted. She bent in closer and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, causing him to groan loudly. The sound thrilled her to the bone, urging her on. She put her hand on the base of his penis and held on tight. She let her tongue roam up and down and around, flicking over the tip rapidly.
“That’s it,” he moaned. “That’s perfect, Sweet Girl. Just like that.”
She looked up at him. The expression on his face and the ecstasy that was evident caused her heart to beat faster. She wanted to give him more, to give him everything she had. She put both her lips over his tip and sucked.
“Oh, fuck, Shannon,” he moaned. “Oh, that’s it, that’s great.”
He rocked his hips gently into her, urging her on. She took him into her mouth completely and reveled in the sound of his moans. “You’re a natural at this,” he grunted. “You were born for this, weren’t you?”
The more pleasure she gave him, the more she wanted to give. She took him in and out of her mouth quickly, over and over, while his groans penetrated through her.
He grabbed her hair with both hands, wrapping clumps around his fists and pulled her head back and forth quickly. “Look at you, Shannon. Look at your pretty lips sucking me. You’re going to make me cum, Sweet Girl. I’m going to cum so hard in your mouth.”
His hips were rocking off the bed, veins in his neck protruding.
So drunk on the power she wielded over him, she lost track of time completely.
“I’m going to cum down your sweet throat,” he finally yelled through gritted teeth. “Oh, good fucking heaven, nothing has ever felt this good, Shannon. I’m going to cum now…” He threw his head back and arched his back. His body convulsed. Shannon could feel the liquid enter her mouth is squirts, taste the salty substance as she swallowed repeatedly.
When his body finally relaxed, he looked down at her with another strange look that seemed almost like admiration. He put his hands under her armpits and pulled her up onto the bed. He pulled the duvet over them both and wrapped her in a tight hug. He kissed her cheek softly. “That was amazing, Sweet Girl” he murmured into her ear.
“I did it okay?” she asked, feeling her face flush.
“Better than okay,” he replied in a sleepy tone. He kissed her cheek again.
Shannon loved every second of pleasing him that way, but underneath her satisfaction, sadness loomed. Once again, the thought that sex did not equal love crossed her mind. She adored him entirely but knew that the feeling would never be reciprocated. She pushed the sadness aside, refusing to let it dampen the time she had with him, however long that would be. She resolved to give all of herself to him in the meantime. Making him happy for even a short while would have to be enough, knowing it was all she would ever get.
Chapter 14
It occurred to Chad that it had been over a week since Shannon moved in, and still he hadn’t spoken to Alex about finding her another place to live. He decided not to dwell on that too much. It would probably be a perfect session for a psychologist’s office, if he had one. He really didn’t want to look too deeply at the meaning. Sure, he was a selfish bastard who would rather have his little fuck-buddy around than let her have a life of her own, but eventually he would get around to it…someday. Saturday night, when he and Alex were both at McDermott’s, would have been the perfect time, but he had taken Shannon with him and didn’t really want her to know that he was planning to pay part of her rent. She would refuse to take it, and Chad knew she really couldn’t afford a place in a decent neighborhood.
Alex and Derek kept throwing him knowing looks when Shannon wasn’t watching. He had to wait until she went to the ladies’ room to confront them.
“You and her…” Alex said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Is it that obvious?” Chad questioned.
“Yes, it is,” Derek piped in. “You’ve got that ‘we’re having monkey sex’ vibe about you.”
Chad laughed. “I do?” he probed.
“Yeah,” Derek confirmed nodding. “And she looks at you as though she’s seeing the sun for the first time.”
“What does that even mean?” Chad said, shaking his head.
“Her big, doey eyes just light up whenever she looks at you,” Derek reiterated. “I gotta tell you, man, I’m a little jealous. It must be nice having a gorgeous little thing like her willing to do your bidding.”
“It’s not like that,” Chad mumbled, even though he knew damn well that it was. It was another thing he didn’t want to ponder too deeply.
“So are you going to dump Donna?” Alex asked hopefully.
“Yes, but not because of Shannon,” Chad replied. “I’m not dating her, or anything.”
Derek and Alex gave each other a knowing look and chuckled.
“What?” Chad demanded, growing agitated.
“You’re sleeping with the girl, right?” Alex asked.
Chad nodded again.
“You take her out for dinner, right?” Alex questioned.
Again, Chad nodded.
“If that’s not the definition of dating someone, then I don’t know what is,” Alex stated.
“Not to mention, you’re living with her,” Derek added.
“It’s not like that,” Chad replied. “I take her out to dinner because the girl is dirt-poor and I don’t want her to starve to death.”
Derek shrugged. “Okay, whatever,” he said, not looking very convinced.
Actually looking back, Chad gave up the perfect opportunity to bring up the apartment to Alex. Didn’t matter though, he still wasn’t going to dwell on it.
He picked up the landline and buzzed Sarah. “Is Shannon in yet?” he questioned. She had finally gone to a gynecologist.
“Hi, Mr. C, she just walked in,” Sarah replied.
“Could you ask her to come to my office?” he requested.
Seconds later, Shannon was standing in his doorframe. “You wanted to see me?” she said with a smirk.
“How’d it go at the doctor’s?” he questioned.
“Good. I’m all covered,” she announced.
“That’s good,” he answered. “Come inside. I want to talk to you.”
He gestured toward the conference table. Shannon sat down and Chad took the chair at the head of the table.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t really know how to say this…” he said, wearing a guilty expression.
“What?” Shannon questioned, shifting in her chair nervously.
“How would you feel if I suggested taking you shopping?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I really don’t want to offend you, but I think you need some new clothes,” he replied sheepishly. “I realize, given your situation, that you didn’t bring a lot with you from Florida, and that you can’t really afford to buy yourself new stuff, so I was hoping you would allow me to.” Chad was cringing inside, knowing how weird that sounded, but it was the truth. A beautiful girl like her should be dressed in the best. Yeah, it was creepy all right. Not only was he having sex with the girl nonstop, now he wanted to dress her up like his own per
sonal doll. He braced himself for her reply, hoping he hadn’t pissed her off too much.
She opened her mouth to reply then closed it again as though she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about the proposal. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged.
“I’m sorry,” he said bluntly.
“No, that’s alright,” she replied. “It’s just…well…I suppose I’d feel bad if you spent any more money on me.”
“So, that’s a no, then?” he questioned.
“Not necessarily,” she answered. “I mean, what girl wouldn’t love new clothes. Plus, if it’s something you really want to do, I don’t want to deny you—”
“It’s something I really, really want to do,” he said with conviction.
“Okay, it’s a little strange, but…” she trailed off and gave him a funny look.
“I know. I’m a total weirdo,” he said. “But just humor me, okay?”
Shannon laughed aloud at his choice of words. ‘Total weirdo’ was not the kind of thing Chad normally said at the office where he usually sounded so professional.
“Are you laughing at me, Shannon?” he asked, trying to smother a smirk. “I should put you over my knee for that.”
She stopped laughing and stared into his eyes, an unmistakable look of excitement crossed her face.
“Would you like that?” he questioned seductively.
“Um hum,” she breathed, biting her lip.
“I’ll file that away for later tonight,” he teased, winking at her.
“So when do we go shopping?” she queried, sitting up straight to compose herself.
“I’ll be ready to leave at five o’clock on the dot,” he answered.
“Okay then. I’ll see you at five.” She stood and turned to walk to the door.
Chad grabbed her wrist and spun her around. “Maybe we need a trip to a…” He covered his mouth and barked out a fake cough. “…special store.” He pressed his body up closer, leaned his forehead against hers and looked down into her eyes.
“For what?” she asked, trying to look back up at him.
“A paddle for me to spank your bottom,” he murmured. Her face flushed pink. He laughed at her reaction, loving the effect he had on her.
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At five o’clock, they left the building together and walked over five blocks and down one toward Bloomingdales.
The sun was setting over the tall buildings in a fiery amber blanket, causing a magnificent hue in the atmosphere. “So pretty,” Shannon mumbled, looking around in wonderment.
Her innocence stunned him; her awe at something so free and simple caused a tugging deep within. He shook his head and added that to the list of things he didn’t want to look at too closely.
A chilly wind blew up the block. Chad put his hand on the hood of Shannon’s parka and pulled it up over her head. “Thank you,” she said sweetly, looking up at him with a grateful smile.
“My pleasure, Madame,” he replied. “I’d rather you didn’t get a chill.”
Shannon explained how she knew what kind of clothes they sold at Bloomingdales, having wandered around it a few times since she had arrived in the city. Once inside, she led him in the direction of her favorite section.
The first dress she tried on was a black and white, plaid skater dress with short sleeves and rounded neck. It was tight to her waist then flared out, the skirt only covering the top of her thighs by mere inches.
“You like it?” Chad asked.
“Yes,” she replied, spinning left and right in front of the mirror.
“We’ll take it,” He told the shop assistant. He handed Shannon’s thrift shop clothes to the woman and asked her if she wouldn’t mind discarding them.
“Will she be wearing the dress home?” the assistant asked.
“Yes,” Chad answered. He walked over to Shannon and tugged on the price tag then handed it to the woman. He picked out another similar dress but with long sleeves and in a solid plum color. The third dress was a cable-knit mini dress that had a tight black top, a short gray, drop-waist skirt with a white belt that rested low on the hips.
With the two extra dresses in a bag, they headed over to check out some pants that Shannon could wear to work in cold weather.
Three pairs of pants and four sweaters later, they were looking for boots to go with her new dresses.
The black, knee-length riding boots were staying on her feet for the evening. Chad, once again, handed over her worn Mary-Jane’s and asked the shoe assistant to dump them.
“You need a decent coat,” he said off-handedly shifting the bags from one hand to the other. “But I’m starving. We can shop again over the weekend.”
“My parka’s just fine,” Shannon answered. “At least it’s warm.”
“It’ll do for now, I suppose,” he mumbled.
Walking toward the main doors, a woman suddenly blocked their path, her eyes wide with excitement. “Oh my goodness,” she gushed. “What a beauty.” She looked Shannon up and down as though she was staring at a prize horse. “You simply must let me give you a makeover.”
Chad looked at Shannon and arched his eyebrows. “Do you want a makeover?” he questioned, already knowing the answer from the enthusiasm etched on her face. He nodded toward the woman. “How long will it take?” he asked.
“Forty minutes, maybe,” she replied, unable to peel her eyes off Shannon. Chad could practically see the woman salivating at the prospect of getting her hands on the perfect canvas.
“Do you have somewhere to store all these bags?” he questioned.
The woman pointed to the left. “At the far wall, there’s a small customer service booth. They’ll be happy to hold your bags.”
Chad nodded. “See you in forty minutes,” he said to Shannon.
With the bags secured, he decided to pay a visit to the lingerie department. He acknowledged that he was behaving like a dog. His intention was to gift Shannon was some decent clothes. It was a shame to see such a pretty, young woman dressed in rags, after all. But as soon as the girl was out of his sight, there he was looking for stuff that would only fuel his strange obsession with her lovely body.
“Can I help you find something?” an attractive woman asked. “Are you shopping for a gift?”
Chad felt a tad uncomfortable as he nodded to the woman, but then quickly reminded himself that men did this all the time, hence the reason for a woman’s input.
“Are you looking for something sexy or more comfy…”
“Something sexy yet feminine,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.
The young woman picked up a black satin bustier with matching thong panties and garter belt. “Something like this?” she asked.
Chad shook his head. “That’s a little too sexy,” he commented. “Plus black would not be a good color for her.”
“Red?” the assistant asked.
“No,” Chad replied. It suddenly occurred to him that most men probably preferred the more ‘slutty’ look. “I’d prefer something a little less…” he trailed off and shrugged. “Something softer…more feminine. Maybe pinks or lavenders…”
The assistant beckoned him over a few feet and stopped in front of a rack of babydoll chemises in soft colors. She held up a pale pink one. “Like this?” she asked.
“That’s more like it,” he replied.
Between the two, they managed to make an educated guess at what size would fit Shannon. Like any good sales person, the woman managed to talk him into a bunch of bras with matching panties in every color of the rainbow. Of course, he was a willing victim. His mind conjuring up images of Shannon in such pretty things made him an easy sale.
“Now remember, if the bras are not a good fit, send her back with them and we’ll measure her for a perfect exchange,” the woman suggested as she ran the tags over the scan reader.
Chad nodded. “How much is the damage?” he asked.
“One thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven dollars,” the woman replied.
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�For that tiny bundle of material?” Chad screeched incredulously.
“These are all designer brands,” the woman replied bluntly.
Chad handed over his credit card and chortled. “I think I’m in the wrong business,” he said mockingly.
He took the escalator back to the ground floor, picked up the rest of the shopping bags and went to retrieve Shannon.
The makeup artist smiled over at him. “Great timing, I just finished.” She turned the swivel chair around so that he could admire her work of art.
Chad felt his head go light as he looked upon the vision before him. Never had he seen anything so lovely in his life. A thousand perfect sunsets could not compare. He thought of angels or mermaids, creatures so ethereally beautiful that they had the power to drive men mad. He dropped the bags and gawked as though in a trance. Her lashes were even longer, thicker and darker, making her eyes almost glow, the color popping out tenfold. When he finally felt the power to pull away from the mesmerizing pools of green, it was only to gaze upon her rose-red lips, voluptuous and inviting with a glossy sheen that made his mouth water.
“How do I look?” Shannon asked shyly.
Chad could not possibly find the words to tell her how beautiful she was.
He put his hand on the back of her head and leaned in, pulling her head forward to meet his. He kissed her lips softly, tasting the cherry lip-gloss.
“Hey, you’re going to mess up my master piece,” the woman teased.
He pulled away and mumbled a rueful ‘sorry’.
“She looks great, doesn’t she?” the woman questioned.
“Unbelievable,” Chad agreed. “Not that she wasn’t already beautiful, but you do great work.”
“Thank you,” the makeup artist replied. “It’s not every day I get a face like that to work with. With someone like Shannon, less is actually more. She is blessed with natural beauty, so all she needs is a few tweaks here and there. I’ve given detailed instructions on how to apply the makeup so that Shannon can create this look at home.”
“How much?” Chad asked, getting right down to business.