by Zoe Davis
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It was Thursday and I had yet to make any revisions to my analysis. I was too focused on Ethan’s wife. Why had I never heard about it before? I decided to take some time to research what I was getting myself into.
During my lunch hour I headed to an empty break room with my laptop. I didn’t bother bringing any food since I planned to be glued to the screen and my keyboard the whole time. I brought up a search engine and started looking through old news articles on Ethan Sloane.
The results were filled with articles on his company and his role as CEO. Some praised his adventurous business tactics, others scorned his manipulative ways, but both agreed that he was an exceptional decision maker and brilliant at turning a profit.
I saw photos of him shaking the hands of important men. He was husky and firm. His body looked ripped but still large. His face was incredibly handsome and his hair perfectly disheveled. At least now I had an idea of what he looked like, and it wasn’t the appearance of a killer.
The hour was coming to a close and I still didn’t see any news on the murder. Maybe he was good at covering it all up, I considered and decided to give up. Just when I was about to close the browser, a blog caught my attention:
The Murder of Elizabeth Sloane
You may agree with the courts and excuse Ethan Sloane of his murder charge, but let me remind you of a few facts:
1.) He was caught by his maid standing over his wife’s body with a gun in his hand.
2.) The gun had his fingerprints all over it.
3.) He tried cleaning up the blood with a kitchen rag
4.) He was hysterical when caught, yet showed no remorse during the court proceedings.
5.) There are still no other suspects.
I didn’t immediately trust the source, but I stored these details about the case in the back of my mind. So far all I’ve heard about Ethan Sloane is he’s erratic, mysterious, and damn good at business. I let the case against his wife rest while I figured out how to rework my presentation. I had less than 24 hours to go.
I worked the rest of the afternoon and early evening on figuring out a way to impress Ethan Sloane. I wasn’t at a total loss, but I had doubts about whether I could give him much more than he’s already seen. If he’s actually seen anything.
I headed home that night completely drained. I didn’t leave the office until dark and I had about 10 missed calls from Jared. I didn’t move my car right away. Instead, I sat behind the wheel peering past street lamps into the dark. It resembled the night Jared and I headed to the swinger’s party. It mirrored the night we met the bull.
I considered how the events of that night prepared me for this moment. The fear I carried all week slipped from me like sand. The bull showed me danger and how to face it. My thoughts drifted to the gleam in his eyes, the reflecting silver pools behind his mask, and I felt a smile spread across my face.
I reflected on my life up until this moment. At home waited a warm, safe husband who loved me and I loved equally in return. Behind me, in the office building, awaited a foreboding CEO who could ruin my life in more ways than one. I contemplated the inescapable changes that would befall me in the morning, and reveled in the fading sense of doom that lingered throughout that afternoon. I was surrendering myself to the danger, like I had surrendered to the bull.
I looked out into the night, dropped my arms to my side, and let out a long exhale. I was going to face Mr. Sloane head on in the morning and let him eat me alive. Not that I really had any other choice.
I arrived home calmer than I’d been in weeks. I hid my thoughts well from Jared. I felt a strange euphoria and wanted it all to myself. Not like he’d understand anyway. He was easy to fool because I had stopped wringing my hands for the first time since Ethan Sloane contacted me. I was no longer nervous and my blood slowed almost to a stop from the coolness I felt. I was only focused on Jared’s beautiful love amidst the danger that awaited me, and I lamented for how much I’ve taken it for granted.
It was also the first night since the swinger’s party that we made love. He was no bull in bed, but he was tender in all the right ways. Tonight more than most, I was grateful for each kiss and soft whisper. Occasionally I’d get a bit rough with him, trying to create a fire between us, fueling his aggression. But as usual he let me bite and pull without any repercussions until I finally gave up.
His cock managed to be just as tender as his fingers and I laid under him gazing at the ceiling, imagining the stars that I’d find beyond it. I surrendered to the calm and predictable way he always fucked me, and I moaned as if it were the very first time.
After Jared had cum, he collapsed above me, breathing on my neck and I thought how much nicer that felt than everything leading up to it.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear. I loved him too but I couldn’t choke it out. It seemed false and like it would ruin a good moment. Instead I kissed his forehead, ran my fingers through his hair, and thought about the bull.
I’m not sure how it happened exactly, but in that moment I felt complete with Jared’s cock still inside me and the bull’s eyes in my mind. It all seemed to fit perfectly together, and I suddenly felt like the luckiest girl ever. I had my safety and some danger too.
It was another night of little sleep and I spent most of the hours watching Jared breathe and dream. I caught him wrinkling his brows like someone had angered him, followed by a strange smile. I wondered what was happening and if it was more exciting than his entire life. I wished I could jump in the middle of whatever scene he created.
Instead, I slipped into thoughts of my own. I was now confusing Ethan Sloane and the bull and fantasizing about fucking our company’s dangerous CEO. Without a clear picture of his face, I borrowed the mask and eyes from the only other dangerous man I’ve known. I imagined Mr. Sloane fucking me on his desk the way I had been fucked at the party.
I recalled the tease and torture of that night and applied it to my fantasy. I looked over to make sure Jared was still in a deep sleep before sliding my fingers beneath my panties. To no surprise of mine, it was already dripping wet.
I shut my eyes tight and pictured the bull between my legs. Only this time, I saw his tongue on my slit, circling around, dipping in an out. I matched the movement with my fingers until I came silently beside my husband.
I opened my eyes again to make sure I didn’t wake him, but I hadn’t. I exhaled and observed the eerie stillness in our bedroom. It was the kind of stillness that forewarned of something tremendous in the works.
Beep, beep, beep.
And there was my alarm.
7
My back stiffened as I got out of the car and placed my feet on the parking lot’s asphalt. Everything at home seemed small, like I could control it all with the will of my mind. I felt all powerful and triumphant and brave enough to tackle any obstacle, but now that I stood under a faint sun, facing our company’s building, I felt incredibly miniscule.
I had shrunken in size and with each step forward I grew smaller. I reached as far as I could inside myself to find a shred of the courage I had throughout the night, but it all scattered through my fingers and I left it behind like bread crumbs to find my way home. I might’ve needed the trail when this was over.
I pushed open the front doors and fell into the gaze of every worker there. They heard I was meeting Ethan and rumored what might happen. I heard buzzing in my head and couldn’t decipher its origin between the whispers or my lack of sleep. I attributed it to the latter when I noticed the walls begin to shake.
I’m losing it, I thought. The hallway grew and shrunk and it felt like the building was alive and breathing. I tried to breathe along with it, its rhythm calming me. I must have faded into the back of my mind because before I knew it I was already past the receptionist and staring down the handle of his office door.
“You can go on in, Mrs. Banks,” she said. Her voice was sharp and cold like a knife and I envisioned walking the plank off a pirate’s ship
. “Mrs. Banks?” she asked and pushed me into the depths of the sea to be devoured by the shark below.
The door opened. There was no turning back now. He sat in his high back chair, turned away from me like a villain in a movie, but silent. The quiet was deafening and I had the urge to speak, to shout, but my throat locked up and lost the key. I stood like a statue before his desk, waiting for him to lay eyes on me.
A few minutes passed and he turned around, looking at papers on his desk, not once raising his eyes to mine. I was taken aback by his handsome figure, and his thick black hair. He felt familiar and I was compelled to reach out and touch him. I shook the idea out of my head and watched it fall on the office floor.
“Mrs. Banks…” His voice was deep and rugged but soothing. I wanted to crawl inside of it and let the vibrations bounce against my skin. Chills inched through my body just thinking about it.
“Yes, sir,” I managed to spit out. I felt myself getting stronger.
“What do you have for me today? It’ll need to be impressive to make up for that abominable presentation the other day.” His words shot through me like a bullet, and I suddenly cried out.
“I can’t believe you. You ask me, a timid programmer, to give a presentation to the board and then have the gall to criticize it when you didn’t even show!” I was furious and rediscovering my fearlessness.
“I didn’t have to show,” he said, lifting his eyes to mine at last. They sparkled green and pierced through me. “I gave you a golden opportunity to prove yourself, to come out on top, and you used it to collect a man’s phone number. Tell me Mrs. Banks, how would your husband feel about that?” He was ruthless and cold, but my anger subsided as I considered what he was saying.
He was upset that I took a man’s number. He didn’t even know me and yet he was jealous. Confusion swept over me but with a warmth I didn’t expect.
“My husband wouldn’t care.” I couldn’t gather why that was my response. I had so many other better choices, like why does it matter?
He rose from his seat and moved slowly around his desk. He was tall and strong and made his way toward me. I took a step back for each of his steps forward. We were dancing now, but soon I was up against a wall, and he was less than a foot away.
“Is that so? Well I mind, Mrs. Banks. I am not running a business so people can hook up at board meetings. It was very unprofessional of you and I’m disappointed in your behavior.”
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded, and before I could stop myself I blurted out, “I thought he was you.”
That seemed to slow him down. He huffed and looked to his side, gazing out the window. I followed his line of sight and noticed for the first time since I entered his office the skyline outside. The glass ran from floor to ceiling and the sun reflected on all sides of the city. Each skyscraper was a variation of blues and greens against a sky that was almost purple by comparison. My heart palpitated and I forgot where I was.
I was jolted from my trance by a pair of strong hands lifting my wrists above my head and against the wall, and a pair of silver pools, drained of their emerald sparkle, staring into me.
“You,” was all I could say. I would have recognized those eyes anywhere. Standing there with my hands tied, chest pushed out, I could feel his body heat swimming over me, and my skin was electrified at his touch.
He didn’t respond, but moved his mouth into mine and let it linger softly. I barely felt him and yet was consumed by his intensity.
My head was spinning. Was this really him? Was this our bull? I found myself repeating his name over and over in my head now that I finally knew it. Ethan Sloane.
His lips pushed in harder, sending a shock through my jaw and prying my mouth open. I felt his kiss like an arrow through the back of my head pinning me to the wall. He didn’t need to restrain me, I wasn’t going anywhere.
With one hand holding my two wrists, he used the other to tear my blouse open, exposing my lifted breasts in their black push-up. He buried his head in the nape of my neck, and left a trail of hot kisses from my ear to my shoulder. I could hear him smelling my hair and I tilted my head to catch the essence of his. His thick black head harbored a woodsy scent, with a hint of strange spices, and I thought I could almost swim in it.
My skin tinged red under his touch and lips. My body temperature was rising. My breath escaped in rapid panting as his mouth neared my chest. He alternated between tender kissing and soft bites of flesh. My nipples rose beneath my bra and were almost strong enough to lift it from my skin.
I fell in love with the way he kissed me. When he was smooth I thought of Jared, and when he was rough I crashed back into my reality with Ethan. I was fucking both of them separately and simultaneously and it was intoxicating.
This is what I want, I thought. I need them both, one in mind while the other was in my hands.
I felt my bottom lip part from the upper to free a low moan from my throat which was finally opening. Ethan had removed the cups of my bra and had his lips surrounding my nipples. My body was on fire from his electric kissing and I shifted in his grasp as my knees grew weak and my pussy dripped.
All I could think of now was how glad I was that I wore a skirt. Ethan’s hand was on my waist and when he sensed I wouldn’t run, he lowered the other to my thigh, travelling slowly from my knee to the hem of fabric hiding the rest.
I felt him pause and place his whole palm on the top of my leg, gripping it tightly. He was communicating to me. He wanted inside. He needed me.
He pulled his lips from my chest and moved a hand to my throat, pinning me again. My head was locked in his direction, and his eyes split me open while his hand split my thighs. Fingers rummaged through layers of fabric in search of his gold mine. He followed the trace of liquid running down my leg and dared me to stay silent with his eyes.
I couldn’t hold it in. I let out a quivering moan when his thick fingers found my slit, dipping in. A thumb circled my clit, and my eyelids fell in approval. Ethan was good at this and knew he couldn’t continue too long if he wanted to make it last.
In one quick motion he pinched some fabric covering the hole he wanted into and ripped it to my knees, sending up a crash of cool air. He lifted my skirt up over my hips and around my waist, revealing my vulnerable pussy.
He bent to my waist, wrapped his arms around my legs, and threw me over his shoulder. It felt like I was a misbehaving child about to receive my punishment. He carried me toward the wall-sized window and laid me on the carpeted floor. I could feel the fiber bristles digging into my ass and lower back.
I’m sure we were up too high for anyone to see clearly, but the idea of being on display for the whole city sent chills through me. I imagined the town was built for us, the floor was a stage, and everyone eagerly awaited the show. I looked up at Ethan who had paused to look outside. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
Time slowed to a stop and I felt my heart swelling to explosion. Ethan was sheathed in warm sunlight and his eyes glistened gold and blue. His dangerous intense figure softened and exposed him for a safe, calm, and inspired man. I suddenly felt a sad love for him. I wanted to hold his head to my breast and whisper assurances. I wanted to become his strength.
He turned toward me and I thought I caught a tear in his eye before he lowered his lips to my knees, kissing gently. His energy had evolved from a beast to a lover and his daring turned toward compassion. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and slowly kissed their insides.
My pussy switched from eager throbbing to a subtle yearning and my passion matured into patience. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the AC overhead rushing into the room, while I waited for Ethan’s gorgeous lips to touch my pussy for the first time.
I imagined it would be like fireworks shooting violently from the ground. I expected explosions so large they’d leave craters in my soul and turn me into damaged goods. But he was careful with me and sweet. His tongue melted on my heat and became a part of me. Everything had boiled
down to this moment.
The world disappeared and my mind blocked out memories and dreams. Time was dead. It was only me and Ethan in a dark expanse, drifting in the arms of one another. His tongue began to feel like an extension of my body, and for a moment I believed I was willing myself to orgasm rather than being brought to it.
Then there was music and my ears were ringing from the fire.
The burning sent my head spinning and colors danced around us in ribbons. I tried to grab hold of reds and tangerines, but all I found were the thick strands of Ethan’s hair between my legs. It was good enough for me. I sailed above my body atop the waves rolling just beneath the skin, and it felt like a dam being torn apart. My breath was squeezed out and I was spilling all over the floor.
I pried my eyes open to see an upside down city and the sun on the ground. The universe had spun in the wrong direction and landed like this. Ethan’s face lifted from me and sent an arctic chill to cool the flames. I turned my head to him and saw sweat dripping from his hairline onto my stomach.