Tied to Him

by Tia Siren

  “Well, I better get going. Your other staff members will be here soon, and then you have to start all over again.” I chuckled and grabbed my bag.

  “Thanks for the assistance, Lizzy. It was much appreciated. I’ll know who to call next time,” Chip said as I walked out the door.

  I walked slowly across the parking lot and was just about to reach my car.

  “Hey, Elizabeth, wait up,” I heard from behind me. I turned, and jogging across the car park was Trent.

  “I thought it was you. I recognized the car,” he said as he recovered his breath.

  “How you been doing?” I asked.

  “Not bad. I have a job in the arcade. I’m working in the sports shop.”

  “That’s not that impressive, Trent. Your dad owns the store,” I said with a laugh.

  I had dated Trent for a couple of months earlier in the year. He was an okay guy and pretty decent in bed. I couldn’t really remember why we had split up, but I did remember it was me who had decided that. And it was probably for no reason apart from me being bored, which seemed to be the trend.

  “So, Elizabeth, you fancy grabbing a few drinks later once I get off work?” he asked.

  I was not overly bothered, but it would be a good way to stop thinking about Charles, for a few hours at least.

  “Yep. Why not? It could be good for a few laughs if nothing else,” I said as I grabbed my keys.

  “Cool. I’ll meet you later. Murphy’s Bar on the boulevard,” he said.

  “Okay, then. I’ll see you later. I have to run home anyway and do a few things,” I said as I climbed into my trusty Beetle.

  I looked from the window as I left the parking lot and saw Trent waving before he turned to go back to his dad’s store. I had to go home and take a nap. I’d had a crappy night’s sleep and had just thought about Charles as I’d lain awake in bed, alone.

  I returned home and jumped straight on the bed. I lay there and grabbed my pillow and placed it between my legs for comfort. I tried to sleep, and my body ached from the lack of it, but thoughts of the weekend prevented me from reaching it. I relived all the episodes I had experienced, from Charles pinning me to the wall and telling me he loved to fuck to the last night when he had taken me from behind and filled me with his hot cum, all yummy before we curled up together and fell asleep.

  I tried to figure out what had happened between our last night and the writing of that note in the morning. I had not been a bad girl at all. I may have cursed a few times, but I had done nothing physically wrong. I had been more receptive than I should have been; I could have put up more restraint or not played along with some of his games.

  I decided to ignore it all and forget about it. It would just bring me down, and I would become even more miserable. I closed my eyes, thought about my date later with Trent, and slowly fell into a light sleep.

  I heard a noise and called out. “Charles, is that you?”

  I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep. I was back home. I had just called out his name in my semi-sleep, and I hoped Nancy had not heard me. I swung my legs to the floor and shuffled into the lounge.

  “Was that you calling for your lover boy?” Nancy asked with a smile.

  “I must have been dreaming,” I said.

  “I think you were doing more than that. I popped my head around the door earlier, and you were saying all sorts of stuff,” Nancy said.

  “Shit, it wasn’t embarrassing, was it?” I asked.

  “I think you need to talk about it. It sounded like you have a little bit of something built up inside you that you need to get out of your system,” Nancy said as she sat on the couch.

  “I would love to sit and chat, but it will take too much time to explain everything, and I have a date in a while,” I said.

  “Ah, I see. Something happened, and you are going on a date to forget it, or nothing happened, and you are dying to get someone into bed?” Nancy said, laughing.

  “Nancy, you know me too well, but there is more to it than that. I’ll explain it to you one day, but for now I must have a shower and get ready,” I said.

  I stumbled into the bathroom and let the water flood over me in the shower, and again my mind cast itself back to the weekend. I realized today was the first day I had not had any form of sexual interaction. On many days, I just masturbated, but I knew if I did that now, my dream guy would be Charles. It had always been him, and since yesterday it was always going to be him in my dreams.

  I got dressed and said my farewell to Nancy.

  “Have you seen my phone anywhere?” I asked.

  “Nah. I haven’t noticed it anywhere.”

  “I must have left it at Chip’s office when I rushed out the door,” I said.

  Nancy called my number, and we heard nothing, so it must have been at the office. I would just have to go and get it in the morning. I headed down the stairs and crossed the parking lot. The bar was only about a fifteen minutes’ walk. It wasn’t worth taking the car. I felt I could do with the fresh air on the way.

  I slowly walked down the promenade and looked at all the bars serving cocktails and thought of the beach hut on the island and the cocktail bar Charles had built into the sea. He had taken me and pleasured me in the ocean right at the start of our weekend, and I had never experienced anything like it. It seemed everything I looked at reminded me of him, from the bars to the beaches to the boats. God, it was like everything was screaming his name at me, and I had no idea how long this feeling would haunt me.

  I finally reached Murphy’s Bar and could hear the music from outside. This was a traditional Irish bar and was owned by, of course, a Murphy. Or is his first name Murphy? I had forgotten, but it was irrelevant.

  I walked through the door and looked around to see if I could see Trent. I spotted him over by the wall in one of the alcoves. Ah, the alcoves. On a few occasions, I had let my hand slip where it shouldn’t have once the lights had gone down, and that had certainly surprised a few guys.

  “I thought you wouldn’t show,” Trent said as I slid up next to him.

  “Of course. I wouldn’t stand you up. You should know that,” I said.

  “Why not? You did it the last time we dated,” he said as he laughed.

  “Did I? I thought that was someone else,” I said with a grin.

  I glanced around the bar. It was full of kids my age, all the students who were not going home or had decided to stay and work for the summer.

  The bar was typically Irish, as you would expect for it to remain authentic. The walls were lined with Irish instruments and old Irish decorations. The music they tried to keep traditional with a weekly Irish music fest from some of the locals, and the jukebox had a full range of music from the Corrs to the Pogues, and everything in between.

  We chatted for a while, and I felt kind of strange. I felt out of place. I realized that I was not interested in materialistic things anymore. I had just given the gift of the Jaguar back to my dad, and who wouldn’t die for that opportunity?

  We had a few beers, and Trent sidled up closer to me. He was going to make a move. Why wouldn’t he?

  I sipped my beer and cast my gaze over the bar. From the jukebox I could hear, “I can’t live with or without you.” Shit, I thought. How appropriate to my situation. I thought of Charles, as I couldn’t live with him or without him.

  “Through the storm, we reach the shore. You give it all, but I want more. And I'm waiting for you…”

  The lyrics just went on and on, and they all related to my situation. I was not sure if it was giving me a sign. I was not one for believing in all that mumbo jumbo, yet there were enough signs for me to make up my mind. I turned toward Trent to say something, and I felt his hand on my leg. I looked at him and brushed away his hand.

  “I’m sorry, Trent, but I can’t. I have found someone,” I said in an apologetic tone.

  “Well, where’s the lucky man?” Trent replied.

  “That is the tricky thing. I just have to ma
ke him realize, and to make him love me,” I said.

  “Well, if he doesn’t realize it, he’s a fucking idiot. You, Elizabeth, are one of a kind.”

  “Trent, I’m sorry. I should go. I don’t feel up to this all of a sudden,” I said apologetically.

  “No worries. Take care, Elizabeth. It was good to see you again,” he replied as I stood from the table.

  “Take care, Trent, and thanks for being understanding.” I waved and headed for the exit.

  I walked home and was crossing the parking lot when I saw a light in my car and I heard my phone ringing. I quickly ran to the car and opened the door. I grabbed the phone.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “Hi. It's Charles,” he said. “It’s nine thirty. I texted you to be here at eight.”

  “I had lost my phone. I just found it now,” I said.

  “That is your problem, not mine,” he said, and then he hung up the phone.

  Chapter 20

  Charles

  I had a shitload of papers on my desk, and I had tried my hardest to get through them, but I found it difficult to concentrate. I had a huge boner and had to make sure I didn’t stand when anyone entered the office. I even thought about having lunch brought in for me. It was that bad.

  I had relived many of the scenarios from the weekend, and I realized how hot Elizabeth was, from when she had blown me behind my desk to her swollen pussy from the pussy pump on our final night. And even the lagoon. Fuck, that one was hot as hell. I had gotten so turned on when I’d sliced my way through her clothes and ripped them off her, and all the time she had been helpless, cuffed to the branch.

  I shuddered at the thought of how good the weekend had been and how I wished it had lasted longer yet under different circumstances. I’d been pissed at myself last night. I had given her the time and the place, and when she hadn’t arrived, I had acted more like a spoilt brat than myself. I may have wanted to show I was still in control, yet cutting her off like that for a stupidly missed text… Fuck, how idiotic could I be?

  I put the papers down and let my boner subside. I had something important I wanted to do—no, that I needed to. I just thought it was the best for everyone concerned. I buzzed my PA’s desk.

  “Lyndsay,” I said.

  “Yes, Mr. Dillon, what can I get you?” she asked.

  “Can you locate Kent and get him to come to my office?”

  “Of course, Mr. Dillon.”

  I sat and deliberated how I was going to handle it. Should I be full of bullshit, or should I say it out straight and tell it like it was? Being straight had always worked for me, so no bullshit required.

  I heard a knock at the door and spun around in my chair. Lyndsay entered the room, followed by Kent.

  “You want me to stay, Mr. Dillon?” Lyndsay asked.

  “No, no. It's fine. This won’t take too long. I’ll just speak with you in a while,” I said, and Lyndsay exited the office and closed the door.

  “Kent, have a seat. Sit down and take a load off,” I said as I gestured to the chair with my hand.

  “Thank you, Mr. Dillon,” Kent replied as he sat down.

  “So, Kent, how are you getting on since we last spoke?”

  “I’m fine, a little better I suppose,” he replied.

  I looked at Kent and thought he looked a little cleaner, yet I would not have said his condition was any better than previously.

  “Kent, I have good news and bad news for you,” I said as I slipped on my poker face.

  “Hum, I’m not sure what to say,” he replied, confused.

  “Let’s start with the good news, and don’t thank me. You should at some point thank your daughter. I have decided to wipe clean your debt,” I said.

  “Really? Why thank you, Mr. Dillon. But why? What have I done to deserve this?” he asked, even more confused now.

  “Kent, you have done fuck at all to deserve this, and I’m only doing it because I have started to fall in love with your daughter,” I said. “Once I have my head clear, I’m going to let her know. And secondly, you will support the both of us in this matter. Not just me, but, more importantly, Elizabeth.”

  “Yes, Mr. Dillon. Support you both, I can do that. No problem,” he replied as he fidgeted in his chair.

  I sat and watched Kent to see what his next move or response would be. He looked like a huge weight had been lifted, yet he still looked and acted like the worthless piece of shit he was. From the addiction, no less.

  “Mr. Dillon, sir, you said you had bad news as well,” he said. He screwed his face up and feared the worst.

  “Ah, yes, the bad news. Well, Kent, I have never really liked you, and I know you have resented every bone in my body since I took over the company. That is why I, me—and this has nothing to do with Elizabeth—have decided to let you go. And not at the end of the month or the end of the week. You can go today. I’ll speak to Lyndsay and have your severance pay made up. Hell, I’ll even throw in a bonus just to see the back of you,” I said.

  “You mean I’m fired?” Kent said.

  “Not exactly fired. More like gotten rid of,” I said as I sat up straight in my chair. “What worthless piece of shit would sell his daughter to a stranger? I mean, that is totally fucked up.”

  “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” he replied.

  “Now get out, and clear your fucking desk. Any deals you have going, hand them to Lyndsay, and she can find someone who appreciates their job,” I said.

  Kent walked to the door.

  “Kent, one more thing,” I said, and he turned.

  “Yes, Mr. Dillon?”

  “Stop the fucking drinking and get your shit together, will you? You’re supposed to be a father,” I said sternly.

  “Okay, Mr. Dillon, sir. Duly noted,” he replied. Then he tugged on the door handle and exited the office.

  I quickly explained the situation to Lyndsay and got her to go through what deals Kent was working on, and have his pay made up. Lastly, I got security to escort him from the building by the rear entrance rather than the main entrance. He was a fucking disgrace to the company and to himself.

  I felt a sense of relief and now had to call Elizabeth and let her know how I felt. I had just picked the phone up to call her when Jonathan quickly entered the office.

  “Conference room four, now. We need you,” Jonathan said quickly.

  “Really? I was just about to… Ah fuck, Jonathan,” I said in an irate tone.

  We entered the conference room, and there sat the guys from Riley’s Railcar. It was a company I had purchased, or started to purchase, as it was worth more to break it down and sell off the pieces. But there had been a slight oversight on someone’s behalf regarding the workers and their pensioner fund that Riley’s was liable for.

  “Good afternoon, everyone,” I said as I sat at the head of the table.

  I quickly leaned toward Jonathan.

  “Ask Jay to analyze Riley’s situation if we don’t break it down, if we keep it running,” I said quietly.

  “You mean continue to build trains?” he asked.

  “Yes. I found out some information a few minutes ago, and it has given us a good option,” I said. “Now do it, and tell Jay to be fucking quick.”

  Jonathan left the room, and the meeting got underway. There was the usual bullshit that flew about, and I was not interested in this, yet I still listened. I just had my thoughts on Elizabeth. Have I totally fucked it up, or do I still have a chance? I had the urge to just stand at the top of the building and shout, “Elizabeth, I love you,” and get it all out in the open, but that was not overly exciting for me.

  Jonathan came back with Jay, and I asked him to explain our second option for the company and how the workers would be secure and Riley’s would be free from their liability toward the company pension. Jay stood beside me and started talking.

  I looked at my watch; it was 5:25 p.m. We could have this wrapped up by six, and then I could put my plan into action. I pictured myself driving
over to Elizabeth’s apartment and scooping her up in my arms and carrying her to my limousine. I would throw her into the back seat and get the driver to take me back to my house, the long way home.

  I would get her to slowly unzip my pants and slide my hard cock into her mouth. It would be bliss to watch her give me the longest goddamn blowjob she had ever given me. I’d pulled her dress up and her panties down so I could slap her ass just how she liked it.

  “So, Charles, you still want to purchase Riley’s, yet you have reconsidered your options and no longer want to break it into smaller chunks and sell it off?” Scott Riley said.

  “Yes, Scott. That is the plan,” I replied.

  “Can I ask why the change of heart?”

  “Well, Scott, I could say I have gone soft and feel some sympathy for your company, and in a way, that may be true. But, I know you are in trouble. Your pension liabilities would kill you, and the good name of Riley’s would be lost forever,” I said.

  “Charles, you are holding back on us? What is it?” Scott asked.

  “Can I get Jay to explain the situation? he has just crunched the numbers,” I said.

  I quickly whispered to Jay what he had to tell them, giving him the information Lyndsay had given me that Kent had missed. If they accepted our increased offer, we stood to make nearly double what the original estimate would have been by selling the company for scraps.

  I looked at my watch, and it was 5:40 p.m. Just twenty minutes and I could be shooting over to get Elizabeth. I was keen to slap that perfect ass and feel her warm lips wrapped around my bulging cock. Every bump in the road would make her head bob up and down as she swallowed the full length of my manhood. My cock twitching. I was starting to get a boner again, and I hoped I didn’t have to stand once the meeting was finished. I would certainly have some strange looks cast in my direction.

  “So, Scott, what do you think of Jay's proposal?” I asked.

  “Can I clear the room for a moment? I want to speak to you and Jay alone,” Scott said.

  The other parties cleared the office, and Scott moved closer to my end of the table.