Serviced_A Reverse Harem Novella_Little Black Book Club

by Remi Richland

  “But…” No buts Lizzie. Fuck me, no buts. “But I have to go back to work in two days. What are we going to do then?”

  Are you fucking kidding me right now, woman?

  “Elizabeth.” I said sternly. Her whole name this time and her head snapped up in surprise, all pretense of shyness gone. I pinned her with an angry scowl. “I cannot believe,” I growled angrily, “that you are thinking about work right now. A place that neither of us has to be for two more fucking days. When I am sitting here, just waiting for you to give me the words I need to bend you over every piece of furniture in this room. Consent Lizzie. That’s what I’m asking for. Your body has already told me you’re ready, I can feel how hot you are right through my pants – but I don’t want you to just go along with it. I’m waiting for you to tell. Me. What. You. Want.”

  She shifted in my lap then, just a twitch of her ass, but she ground against me in such a way that I couldn’t help but groan and close my eyes. She was killing me. I was going to die today with a hard on—so close to victory. She must have made some kind of decision then, while I was groaning in pleasure-pain, because when I opened my eyes she was smiling at me.

  “So much talking. Aren’t there other things you want to be doing than talking?” Yes, that’s what I’ve been waiting for, thank you for noticing. “It’s not that I don’t want, because I do—and have—for so long. Her hands had stopped plucking at the fabric of my shirt and began slipping the buttons through the holes, spreading the opening wide so she could slide her hands against the bare skin of my chest. “It’s just that I feel like this is a dream. I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and you won’t be here. That I made this up inside my head.”

  I grabbed one of her hands and pressed it at the place our bodies met, lifting my hips up to meet her. “Do I feel like a dream?”

  Her soft gray eyes deepened into storm clouds and I could see the exact moment she gave herself up to the experience. “Take me to the bedroom,” she whispered, and I smiled again. This time it wasn’t a friendly smile. I was a predator. She was prey.

  “Lizzie. Bedrooms are for sleeping. I don’t know about you but I’m not in the least bit tired. What I want,” I said as I slid her off of my lap and onto the cushion next to me, laying her back so I could lean over her, my forearms resting on either side of her body. “What I want is to take you on every surface in this room. I want to fuck you so hard, and so much, that you can’t even sit down and watch television without thinking of my cock inside of you. So that, in two days when we both have to go back to work, you can’t walk past my office without getting wet. And since I know you are worried what is going to happen in the future I will let you in on a little secret. This is just the beginning. I finally have you, and I’m not letting go, so forget about things ending when the day is over. This isn’t your fantasy anymore, it’s mine. And mine doesn’t have a time limit.” I stood up then, looking down at the line of her body as she lay propped up against the cream colored cushions of her overstuffed sectional. I slid the shirt she had already unbuttoned for me down and off my shoulders, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor. Reaching for the snap on my jeans I flicked it open with my thumb, and slowly pulling the zipper down I said the last thing I was going to on the subject. “I think we’ve done enough talking, Lizzie. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  Dirty talking makes Lizzie hot.

  I would have to remember that little nugget of wisdom because she was on me in a hot second, galvanized into action with her hands on mine before I could even slide my jeans off my hips. “Let me,” she whispered as she pushed my pants down and her busy fingers slid me out of my boxers, exposing my hard length. Tiny drops of wetness already glistened at the tip, I’d been waiting for this for so long already. Feeling her hands on me was almost too much, and I thrust my hips forward without thinking about it, my body already wanting more of her.

  “Oh, God, yes. Just let me, just for a minute…” she said, and she took me into her mouth. All the way in one shot. No gentle touches, no soft licking, she just gobbled straight down like she was starving and took my cock deep into her throat, forcing me past the tight circle of her lips and sucking in her cheeks.

  Shit. Fuck. All of the control I had been exercising flew away in a puff of air and I could only grab onto her head, mostly to keep myself steady, as she slid her mouth up and down on my cock. When her hand reached up to fondle my balls it was almost my undoing. Too good. I won’t last. Even my internal thoughts were choppy and vague, but I knew that if I didn’t pull her face off my dick soon I would be shooting straight into her mouth. And while that visual did all sorts of things to for my erection, it wasn’t how I wanted to begin the evening with Lizzie. Blow jobs were great, but I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to brand her.

  I wanted to make her mine.

  But she wouldn’t stop. Not when I tugged on her hair, not when I started to pant and not even when I begged her, “Lizzie, please stop. I’m going to come.” She just moaned and sucked harder, like she was willing me to go, desperate to swallow my entire load. Christ Lizzie. I wanted to let her, and there would be time for this kind of playing later. But this first time – this first time had to be different, and I had to pull myself away from her a little roughly to disconnect. For me anyway. She just looked up at me, a small frown on her face.

  “I wasn’t ready yet.” She complained, and dared to reach up and pinch my butt cheek.

  “Woman, get your ass on the couch.” I hadn’t meant to roar, but she had pushed me almost past my limit, and I was scrambling to maintain some sense of control. Over her. Over myself. Over the whole damned situation.

  She stood up, slowly, probably wondering what I was going to do. I turned her by her shoulders and gave her a little shove. “On your knees,” I barked roughly, mostly because I wanted her so badly I could barely speak and I needed her to move a little faster. “Face the couch and lift your ass for me Lizzie, it’s punishment time.”

  “What kind of punishment?” She asked nervously, but she did as I instructed, knees on the seat cushions, legs wide and arms braced against the back of the couch. She didn’t fool me. She wanted whatever I was going to dish out to her, and there was no way I could mistake the trembling in her body for fear now. She wanted me, and she was going to get as much of me as she could take.

  She waited there, looking over her shoulder while I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a condom. I rolled it on slowly, not to torture her, but to give myself a moment to get under control. She was the one who was supposed to be losing it, not me. Damn how those tables had turned so quickly. With the condom on, and a firmer grasp of my libido I ran my hand over the soft curve of her ass, and then gave it a swift slap. She cried out, but didn’t try to move away. In fact, she lifted her ass a bit higher in the air instead, and I rubbed away the sting before sliding my hand further down to test her wetness.

  “Please,” she moaned, burying her face in the soft fluffy cushions she was leaning against.

  “Please what, Lizzie? You’ve gotten so greedy, just what is it that you want?”

  “Please,” she said again, but a little louder this time as she bumped her ass against my waiting erection, “I want you inside of me. Fill me up.”

  She didn’t have to tell me twice.

  She was so wet, there was zero resistance as I slid inside of her, entering her so hard my balls slapped against her thighs. For a second I couldn’t move, if I did I would blow so I grabbed both sides of her ass and held her there, not moving. She pushed against me, low noises of pleasure moving up her throat and past her lips.

  “I want to move.” She pushed against me again, and that delicious friction was enough to snap the tenuous grasp I had and I surged into her hard, pushing her deeper into the cushions, making her cry out.

  “Are you that hungry for my cock, Lizzie?” I asked, knowing that my filthy words would only serve to push her closer to the edge. “Then take it. Take all of me my dirty girl, take everythin
g I give you.” And then I gave her exactly what she wanted. Hard strokes. Punishing strokes. The sound of our bodies crashing together ricocheted off the walls in the otherwise silent apartment. The only other noise was the sound of our harsh breathing, my grunts of pleasure and Lizzie’s gasping breath.

  I knew the exact moment when things changed. When they hit the point of no return and Lizzie started tightening around me. Her body milking me as she entered the upward climb towards orgasm and she said the one thing she wasn’t supposed to say. The one thing that shredded the remnants of my control and caused fireworks to explode behind my eyes.

  My name. She screamed my name.

  “Blake,” she wailed as her orgasm swept her up and away. “I’m coming Blake, fuck me harder. Harder.”

  And I did. Slamming into her, forcing her down until I was drilling her mercilessly into the couch. Until the aftershocks calmed and both of us collapsed into a pile of arms and legs on the cushions. Somehow she had twisted onto her back and I ended up on top of her, chest to chest, my face buried in her neck. It was becoming one of my favorite places to be.

  I also knew the moment she realized what she had done because her entire body froze. Before I could even speak a word to calm her, she wrapped both arms around my neck and squeezed.

  “Don’t go.”

  Who was going anywhere? Not me, that was for damn sure.

  “Don’t go. I know I wasn’t supposed to say it, but I couldn’t help it. Don’t leave me yet. Don’t go. Please.”

  Oh, my sweet girl. “Lizzie, I said as I loosened the choke hold she had on me. “You couldn’t get rid of me right now if you tried. “And I think, if you are going to scream anyone’s name as you come, mine should be the only one on your lips.”

  “Blake,” she said again, less hesitantly this time. “What are we even doing right now?”

  “Right now? Well, right now I think we should clean up. Then I think we should look in the fridge and see what punk number one left for us to eat. Then after that I thought we could take a shower together. And by shower I obviously mean shower sex, and then—”

  “Okay, that’ not what I meant and you know it,” Lizzie said, laughing. She looked up at me with her grey eyes wide and trusting. “What are we doing right now? How did we get here?”

  I knew I’d have to tell her, I guess now was as good a time as any. I really didn’t want to do it with the condom still hanging on my dick so I excused myself to the restroom to get a quick clean up. Coming back from the bathroom with a warm wet washcloth I bent low in front of Lizzie, who was still sitting on the couch. She reached for the washcloth but I ignored her hands, and kneeling down I went to work, rubbing the cloth over her thighs and her sex in lazy circles. Cleaning her up but taking my time doing so.

  “I’m the reason you met Wesley.” Her eyes grew even bigger as she registered my statement.

  “You stopped the elevator on purpose?”

  “What? No. Although that was kind of a bonus. He was supposed to approach you at some point over the weekend. The elevator situation just kind of fell into our lap. Only time I’ve been grateful for that piece of shit elevator.” I grumbled. This sounded better when I was trying to explain it in my head.

  “I don’t understand, you wanted me to act out my fantasy? I still don’t know how you knew it involved you.” Hearing Lizzie say out loud that I was a part of her fantasy had my dick swelling to attention again.

  “Not exactly. Actually, you aren’t the client, I am.”

  Nothing. Radio silence. The only indication I had that she heard my words was the scarlet blush staining her cheeks. I forged ahead. “I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for the longest time. To see me as a man, and not just a coworker, and I was pretty sure there was an attraction there. But Lizzie, you are so high strung. Everything is work, work, work, you never relax. Even when I point blank tell you to relax – you blow it off. You were never going to let me in. You were too rigid. Too disciplined.”

  Lizzie blinked at me, clearly trying to process the information.

  “But why the LBBC? Why didn’t you just ask me out?”

  “Lizzie I have asked you out eight times in the last two years. Every time you laugh and blow me off. If it wasn’t for your eyes on my crotch every time I walked by you, I would assume that you didn’t like me and leave it at that. But I could see in your face and your body language that you did. You wanted me and I knew it. I just wish you would say something.”

  She reached up and placed the palm of her had against the side of my face, and I rubbed my stubble against her skin, tickling her. “It wasn’t that I didn’t like you, Blake,” she said with a sign. “The problem is that everyone likes you. Everyone. How could I take you seriously when you act that way with every person you come across? You are everyone’s favorite person, Blake. How could I assume that I was special compared to anyone else?”

  That pissed me off.

  “Have you ever seen me with another woman?” I growled, pinned her with my stare. “Have you ever heard me asking another woman out for drinks, for dinner, for anything? This is exactly why I signed up with Little Black Book Club. I needed help, and you needed an excuse. An outlet. A reason to give up your iron control over everything in your life. I knew that if you took that card and got curious enough, you would look up the website. And I also knew, that if you filled out the fifty pages of questions,” she laughed then. I knew it was a lot, I had filled it out too. “I knew that if you did all of that then you were at least open to the idea. We both wanted it, Lizzie. You just needed to say yes.”

  There it was. I’d laid the whole story out on the table for her to either accept, or deny me. I hoped that she would accept me, and the lengths that I had gone through to get her to understand my feelings, but even I knew that was a stretch. It was a sexy scheme on paper, but she would be well within her rights to be incredibly freaked out by what we had done. For the first time since I had asked for Wesley’s help, I felt nervous. What if she told me to leave? What if she decided she couldn’t work with me anymore?

  I squeezed my eyes shut briefly to quell those doubtful feelings. I had just been inside of her. It was my name she had screamed on the breath of her release. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, and from the way she was running her fingertips up and down my arm, I didn’t think she would be shoving me out the door anytime soon. Opening my eyes, I met her soft gray stare.

  “I’m hungry.” That was it. It was almost like she completely dismissed everything I had just told her.

  “You’re hungry?” I knew Joshua had left dinner in the fridge. After almost breaking the rules earlier, and even though they didn’t say anything I could tell by how disheveled everyone was that something had happened, he had better have done his actual job.

  Lizzie bit her lip, her hand running down my arm moved lower, and then lower still. She found me, still semi-hard and poking against her leg, and stroked me gently. My cock swelled in her hand, never mind the normal recovery time, I was ready to go again and I thrust into her hand, willing her to continue.

  “You didn’t let me finish earlier,” her tongue darted out and she licked her lips slowly. “I’m still hungry.”

  Oh, I knew what she meant. Hungry. For me. Well if my lady wanted something, all she had to do was ask and I would provide. All uncertainty passed, we were on the same page now, and I didn’t have to worry about what would happen if she denied me. We were past that now.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom then, and I’ll feed you properly.” The couch had sounded like a good idea when we were both blinded by lust, but a big soft bed would be much more comfortable.

  “I thought you said the bedroom was just for sleeping?” She looked at me, her eyes wide with confusion as I scooped her up in my arms and strode down the hall.

  “Well yeah,” I winked and gave her my cockiest grin. “We’ll get to sleep. Eventually.”

  -The End

  **Did you enjoy “Serviced?” Turn
the page for a sneak peek at the first two chapters of “Overnighter,” the next Little Black Book Club book releasing June 2018.**

  Overnighter Chapter 1

  Sample

  Sometimes life goes according to your best-laid plans. Everything is hearts, flowers and the occasional double rainbow with an extra-large pot of gold at the end. Your burrito bowl comes with extra guac at no charge, and everyone remembers to use their turn signals on the highway. But other times, you aren’t so lucky. Other times you end up locked in an empty bookstore held completely against your will while a stranger—albeit a hot as fuck stranger—reads erotica out loud while you are naked and tied to a chair.

  Worst night ever or best night ever? It’s all about perspective.

  I’m a pretty popular girl on campus—and I don’t mean that in a bitchy, mean girl kind of way. People genuinely like me because I’m a nice girl. I try to always be friendly, I give out compliments like business cards, and I generally do pretty well in all of my classes. I like most people, and I generally don’t have a mean bone in my body, and while I don’t necessarily want to act any differently, I sure wish people acted a little differently around me.

  Specifically men.

  See, the problem with being a nice girl? People want to be nice right back. They want to see the girl with Pollyanna blonde hair and bright blue eyes as an angel. I’m soft spoken, so I can do no wrong. I’m only five foot five and I’m so cute, so they say, that I can never be seen as anything else once people have made these assumptions.

  If they knew what went on in my head that would probably change.

  My name is Violet. And I might be a nice person, but that doesn’t mean I’m a nice girl. And it is incredibly frustrating, to be twenty-two years old—a normal, sexually active young woman—who can’t get a guy to do what I want because he thinks I’m too sweet to get nasty in bed.