Diary of a Wanted Woman

by Donnee Patrese

  However, I would have been able to endure all that if Stacey did not spend working hours gushing over David and Kim.

  Finally my cell phone rang in the middle of Stacey trying to figure what David and Kim’s kids would look like.

  “I should take this,” I said grabbing my phone.

  I glanced at the caller ID and decided that I should take this call in private.

  It was Keith and I had yet to tell Stacey about my unprofessionalism. I pressed answer on my phone and looked at Stacey.

  “Uh, Stacey I need to take this call in private.”

  She gave me her squinted eye pursed lip expression.

  “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “I’m serious!”

  She stood and slowly walked out of the room.

  “I’m expecting you to tell me what that call was about when you’re done,” she said holding the door opened.

  I waved her out and she closed the door with a slam.

  I shook my head and put the phone to my ear.

  “Hello.”

  I smiled when I heard his familiar drawl pour through the phone.

  “What’s up chick! You in the mood to suck some dick?”

  I rolled my eyes. He could be an asshole sometimes. Good thing I wasn’t here for his personality.

  “Keith, I’m at work and I am super busy.”

  I could hear his heavy breathing on the other line. It sounded like he was masturbating. I didn’t put it past him to call me while he was jacking off on the phone.

  “Get the fuck outta’ here. Work?”

  I sighed.

  “Yes Keith. I am doing the job you pay me for,” I reminded him.

  Despite all the fucking going on between us, we were actually getting some work accomplished and Keith was paying us tons of money to do it. I needed to show something at his house. I had to keep up appearances.

  “Hannah,” he began with his voice not so playful anymore.

  “I fucking pay you to suck my dick and give me that pussy whenever I want it. I fucking own you remember or do I have to come up there and remind you.”

  Hearing him talk to me so harshly was scary. Yet I began to feel turned on at the same time.

  “I know you own me Keith,” I said leaning back in my chair.

  He laughed.

  “You damn right you know. You can’t get enough of this dick. Plus you know I will fucking kick your ass if you disobey me.”

  I knew he was being serious. The last time I was at his house. I said no to him and he slapped me across the face. It hurt but for some reason I didn’t mind it. It made me want him more.

  “Look,” he said “if you don’t get your ass over here now and get on your knees, I’m going to drive over there and dick you down in front of your staff.”

  I didn’t think that he would. He was a professional football player. The last thing he wanted to do was have sex here where someone could possibly walk in on us.

  “Keith, I have loads of work to do. I thought you had practice.”

  “I don’t have to report to practice until tomorrow. That is why I need you to get your juicy ass over here.”

  “Aren’t you afraid of weakening your legs?”

  I thought about what David told me and why he didn’t have sex before practices.

  I heard Keith laugh.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Well, I heard if you have sex before a practice or a game you will weaken your legs and not be as productive.”

  He laughed even harder.

  “Shit, baby. Pussy gets me pumped and ready to go. Fuck that bullshit!”

  I laughed.

  “So, do I have to come and fuck you in your office or what?”

  “Keith, you may have to finish yourself off. I’m definitely stuck in the office for today.”

  “Fuck that shit! I’m on my way.”

  Then I heard a click on the other line and the call ended.

  I sat my cell phone down on the desk and shook my head. Keith was crazy. He would never come up here. I was going to call his bluff.

  No matter how horny he was, he would never come all the way downtown for me when he can practically have pussy delivered. However he claims that since he met me he has blown off some of the other women he would normally sleep with. I’m calling bullshit on that one.

  I let his phone call drift from my mind and continued to work. After a few minutes, Stacey stuck her head in and said she needed to get home. Her son was caught acting up in school again and her husband said she should call it a day.

  I laughed when she left the room. That little boy was always in trouble. I have never known a 6 year old to get into so much trouble.

  I continued working thinking I would get out of here in about an hour. I needed a nice long bath and a cheeseburger and I would be fine.

  Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I looked up from my computer just in time to see my assistant enter.

  “Miss Jones, there is someone here to see you.”

  She moved out of the way and in walked Keith. I tried to hide the surprised look from my face as he sauntered in wearing a large Cheshire cat smile.

  My assistant walked out and closed the door behind her leaving me alone with him. I just could not believe that he came all this way.

  “You came?” I asked getting out of my chair and walking around my desk to face him.

  He didn’t say a word. He just undid the clasp on his blue jeans. He dropped his pants to his ankles and it was then that I noticed he didn’t have on any underwear.

  He whipped out his large dick and began to stroke it. He looked at me and smiled.

  “I told you I was going to bring the party to you.”

  I walked over and locked my door and then brought my attention back to him.

  I just stared at him. I looked at the door again.

  He walked closer to me. There was no longer a smile on his face.

  “What the fuck are you waiting for? Get on your knees and suck this dick.”

  “We can’t do this here!” I whispered even though watching him stroke his dick like that was turning me on severely.

  He reached out and pulled me close. He placed his lips on mine. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. He was rough and aggressive. He pushed me backwards until I felt the edge of my desk behind me.

  “Ouch!” I said as I landed on a stapler.

  “You know me baby. I like to make it hurt.”

  He backed up and looked me up and down.

  “Now, get on your knees and let me choke you with this dick.”

  I laughed but I must admit. It was strange how often his harsh and vulgar words turned me on and made my panties wet.

  I dropped to my knees and grabbed his dick in my hands. When I took him into my mouth I forgot where I was and did what I do best. I sucked his dick like a pro. All the work that I had to get done and all my worries vanished for that moment.

  His hands were on the back of my head forcing his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth. I could feel my own saliva roll down my chin as I serviced him.

  He wrapped his fingers around a fist full of my hair and used it as leverage to fuck my face. I tried to pull back for air but he had a tight grip on my hair and he wouldn’t let go.

  Finally he released me and I fell backwards hitting my desk. He reached down and lifted me. He began to undress me undoing the buttons on my shirt and throwing my shirt to the floor. He continued this with the rest of my clothes until I was completely naked.

  He covered my exposed breasts with his mouth. His teeth hungrily tugged at the erect nipples.

  “Oh,” I managed to moan holding on to the desk to keep my balance.

  When he had his fill with that, he ordered me to turn around and lean over the desk.

  I obeyed his command and leaned over my desk propping my ass into the air.

  Forcefully he smacked my ass and I cried out in pain. Instantly I placed my hand over my mouth
just in case my assistant was still here.

  He slapped me again and the pain radiated throughout my body.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked me rather calmly.

  I moved my hand away from my mouth and answered.

  “Yes.”

  “Good!” he said smacking me on the ass again.

  “That’s for making me come down here!”

  He smacked me hard at least five more times.

  He backed off for a second as I heard him un-wrap the condom.

  He reached up and wrapped his fingers around my neck holding my head down flat against the desk.

  Suddenly he thrust inside of me so forcefully that I gasped and shut my eyes. He continued to fuck me hard not letting up for any reason.

  His hand stayed firm on my neck holding my head down.

  “Oh Shit!” I mumbled.

  “Shut the fuck up!” he commanded pounding and pounding my pussy.

  His grip tightened around my neck and I realized that I was struggling to breathe. I tried to move but he had me virtually immobilized. I prayed in my head that he would come before he strangled me.

  Then to my surprise, I felt my own orgasm building and without warning it flooded my body and a moan escaped from my lips.

  “That’s right bitch! You like that dick don’t you.”

  Then he came hard squeezing my neck tighter until he was done.

  He finally released me and my body fought hard for oxygen. I just lay across my desk not moving. A smack across my ass jolted me to attention.

  Then there was another one harder than the first. I knew my ass was reddened and marked. I assumed he was done but he continued to spank me harder and harder. When he was done, I was literally in tears.

  He fixed his clothes while I slumped to the floor in a ball.

  “I had to teach you a lesson.”

  I heard him say as he zipped up his pants. I was too gone to say anything back.

  “Next time, don’t say no to me. I don’t like that shit.”

  Then I heard my office door open and close with a slam. I just laid there in a ball. It was at least an hour before I moved again. I could still feel his fingers around my neck.

  I knew that I would not ever say no to him again.

  Dear Diary,

  Loving someone and wanting to be committed to them are two different things. You could love someone deeply yet remain unattached.

  I had no problem with loving a man. The issues arose when I was committed to them. It would work for months and with one guy it even worked for a year but eventually, I get that itch. Then another man comes along and gives me an offer that I can’t refuse. Before I know it I am in his bed and my relationship is down the drain.

  I knew that I loved David and he loved me. That should have been enough to fuel a successful relationship between us. It would if we were both normal people.

  I didn’t consider myself normal. I wasn’t raised normally and I didn’t want normal things. I needed someone as fucked up as I was to deal with me.

  I could never be involved in a successful relationship. There was no way that I could be faithful to him. He deserved someone that could give him the love he needed and be loyal.

  Yet he was determined to have me and I was determined not to break his heart. He meant more to me than just sex or just some fling.

  The last thing I wanted to do was lose his friendship. Yet it seems that he isn’t giving me much choice…

  -H

  Chapter Eight

  I awoke to a knock on my front door. I ignored it hoping that whoever that was would just go away. Moments when I get to rest are important to me and this was my day off. I really needed to sleep.

  Unfortunately, the person on the other side of my front door didn’t seem to care about my beauty rest. The knocking continued with fervor and I could not ignore it any longer. I finally crawled out of bed and in the process I tripped over some clothes on the floor landing flat on my face.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed trying to pick myself up.

  I limped to the door and looked out the peephole. To my surprise I saw David standing there with arms full of grocery bags. That explains the police like beating on my door. I don’t think the man knew his own strength sometimes.

  I threw opened the door and he greeted me with a smile.

  “Good morning babe,” he exclaimed and pushed past me into my condo.

  He looked good in jeans and a jersey. His jersey I bet. His blue eyes were sparkling and he looked to be in a really good mood. That didn’t match my early morning crankiness.

  I closed the door and leaned against it folding my arms across my chest.

  “What’s going on? Why are you here so early?”

  He never looked back at me. He just continued to head toward the kitchen.

  “My, somebody is grumpy in the morning.”

  He carried the bags to the counter and plopped them down. He looked up at me and smiled.

  “If you must know,” he began taking items out of bags.

  “I decided to do something nice for you and make you breakfast.”

  As amazing as breakfast sounded, especially breakfast that I didn’t have to make for myself, I was starting to feel my unusual anxiety. I get that feeling when people do nice things for me. It makes me feel like I am going to owe them a favor or something in the future.

  I don’t always feel that I deserve the kindness from strangers or even those that claim to be my friends. My untrusting nature makes me paranoid of the thoughtful gestures of others.

  I didn’t say anything however. I just sat on the stool, leaning my elbows on the counter and watched him.

  David was a better cook than I was and I tended to eat out whenever I could. Of course, I was too broke to do that very often so in those instances I stocked up on TV dinners.

  David loved to cook and here he was in my kitchen scrambling me eggs and frying up bacon. He even made me pancakes from scratch.

  Before long we were sitting at my breakfast counter eating our breakfast and drinking coffee. There was silence while we ate and then eventually I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Shouldn’t you be somewhere practicing or something?” I asked stuffing a fork full of eggs into my mouth.

  He smiled and held up one finger while he finished chewing his food. Then he answered me.

  “No babe, we’re on a bye.”

  I raised one eyebrow and stared at him with a quizzical look on my face.

  “You say that as if I know what that means.”

  That made him laugh. I like it when he laughed. It was so refreshing and carefree.

  I smiled.

  “It means we don’t play this coming Sunday. We get a week off.”

  “Oh,” I said laughing.

  He continued to eat and stare at me.

  “So what are you going to do with your week off?” I asked not realizing that I would regret that question.

  He put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

  “Well, I was hoping I would get to spend some quality time with you. What do you want to do?”

  I looked at him dazed He wanted to spend quality time with me? All of a sudden I began to feel claustrophobic. I was speechless.

  He could tell that he caught me off guard because he reached out and began to gently rub my knee.

  “I’m always busy and I never get to enjoy myself. So coach told us to take this week and do something that will get us relaxed. We have a big game coming up next week and we are going to have to focus and practice hard.”

  He looked into my eyes.

  “Nothing makes me happier and more relaxed than spending time with you.”

  He went back to eating and I just stared at him. I took a sip of my coffee and tried hard to think of something to say to this. I wanted him here with me so I didn’t want to hurt his feelings with my words.

  I would love to spend some quality time with him. I loved being around him, but I felt like he would ta
ke that to mean I wanted what he wanted. Not to say that someday I wouldn’t want that.

  I heaved a sigh and stared at him.

  “I’m not so sure that would be a good idea.”

  He was in the middle of shoveling food into his mouth. He stopped and put his fork down.

  He turned and looked at me folding his arms across his chest. His demeanor changed and he wasn’t as peppy anymore.

  “Why not?” he asked staring me down.

  I could tell he was ready for a fight and it was way too early for me. The last thing I wanted to do was fight with David. That doesn’t make me feel good at all.

  “Because I don’t want anything more than what we have and spending all this time with you may make you think that. I don’t want to lead you on or something.”

  He didn’t look happy with my statement.

  “What do we have Hannah?”

  I didn’t think that I had to spell it out but I guess I was wrong.

  “We have a friendship and sexual relationship. I just want to make sure you understand it can’t go further than that.”

  He ran his fingers through his hair. He always does that when he is frustrated.

  “So you’re telling me that you don’t want anything else? That it’s just sex?”

  He asked those questions as if he didn’t believe me. He made it seem like it was a surprise. I have been pretty forward with what I wanted. I thought from the beginning I made myself clear.

  “Yes and no,” I answered. “I’m not looking for anything else, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. You mean a lot to me David.”

  He stood and started emptying plates and cleaning up the mess he made in the kitchen. I just sat there and watched him. After a few minutes I could not take the silence anymore.

  “David, I’m not cut out to be in a relationship. I wouldn’t be good for any man.”

  He stopped what he was doing and turned to me.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I am very serious.”

  He continued to wash dishes. From the sink, he threw comments at me.

  “I can’t believe you are serious. You are really selling yourself short if you are.”

  I shook my head at him. I understood why he felt that way. Yet, I would just end up hurting him.