by Beck, J. L.
Winters steps never faltered, never giving away if she was nervous or even anxious. She exuded a strength I’d never seen from her before and that made me want her a hundred times more. I sunk my nails into the palm of my hand as she reached the table. She was wearing minimal make up, and yet she was the prettiest woman I’d seen in years. God was I screwed.
“Mr. Perfect?” She seemed to giggle slightly as she said the words as if she was shocked to even be saying them. Her voice made me smile, and hearing it was like feeling a ray of sunshine after darkness for many days.
“Hello…” I deepened my voice, my cock hardening as her blue eyes collided with mine. I could see the wheel inside her head moving as she stared at me for a long second before taking the seat in front of me.
“This…this is more than I’m used to,” she whispered her voice hushed as if she were afraid to make too much noise. Yeah, we were in a five star restaurant where hundreds dropped thousands on food, and beverages but when you owned the place, you could do whatever you wanted.
“You know, you’re as beautiful in person as you’re in the photo you posted.” I loved watching her cheeks blush pink.
She seemed nervous but I knew she’d soon warm up to the idea of us being a couple again. “Thank you for the compliment you’re rather dashing yourself.”
I could see the desire flicker in her eyes.
She wanted me. She sipped at her water and looked over the menu before gazing back up at me.
I watched her intently as if she was going to disappear at any given second. Yes, the mask was working perfectly. It’d better for 3 grand. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I questioned.
“Do what?”
I narrowed my gaze at her, watching as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, “Have a baby with a stranger? Are you sure you want me to be the man to give you a child?” I waited with baited breath for her to answer—she titled her head sideways studying me and I was almost certain she had figured out my disguise.
She finally answered, “Yes…I’m sure.” Her voice wobbled as if she was nervous. “I just want it to be perfect. I knew when I decided to have a baby that I didn’t want to go the fertility treatment route. I wanted to do it the good ole’ fashioned way.”
I snickered… “Is that right? And I suppose you mean fucking when you say good ole’ fashioned way right?”
Winter’s nod had me wanting to push her to the limit. I wanted to see how far she’d be willing to go, if she really wanted a baby badly enough to fuck a man she didn’t know.
Half of me said she wouldn’t while the other half said she would and both parts of me wanted to throw her over my shoulder take her back to my mansion where she would never escape. “How about we test that theory sweetheart… I told you, you wouldn’t need much clothing this evening so how about we get to it…” I hissed, feeling the tension mount inside me. My cock was as hard as steel and I wanted to kiss Winter so badly it nearly killed me to stay in my seat. But when her eyes lit up at my comment I knew I had to take her offer up. I was going to make the one woman who owned me feel like a damn queen.
“Sure.” She stood on wobbly legs, nervous, looking very much like a rabbit caught in a trap. She licked her lips and waited.
I too stood, my six foot two inches stature dwarfing her five foot two frame. “Follow me.” I growled over my shoulder heading in the direction of my business suite on the second floor. There we’d have privacy, and plenty of time to explore all of Winter’s needs. When I looked back at her over my shoulder I expected to see this shy, timid woman, and color me shocked when I saw her hold her head high, a devilish smirk on her pink painted lips. Fuck, this woman was going to kill me with how sexy she was.
Chapter Five
WINTER
“Hands against the wall,” he ordered. His voice was deep, rough, and there was something very familiar about it. I shook the thought away before it could take root and obeyed him, a shiver of desire going down my spine as I did what I was told.
I felt a soft fabric against my wrists and knew what he was doing next. He was tying me up…but why? So I couldn’t escape him?
Curiosity bloomed inside my belly.
“Do you usually have sex with men you don’t know?” he questioned his tone of voice half curious, half pissed off.
I didn’t know why he’d be mad over something like that…it wasn’t like I belonged to him…
Still I licked my lips, and gazed up at him over my shoulder. His face was partially hidden in the dim lighting of the restroom but from what I could see, he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. “No…but I want to have sex with you.” I could feel my cheeks heat at the words I’d just spoken. I’d never said something so vulgar before. I was a virgin yes, but I didn’t have to let him know that.
“I know you do.” Mr. Perfect leaned in, his voice at my ear while one of his hands slipped beneath my dress. His fingers trailed against my thigh before moving upwards, my breath hitched in my throat when he made contact with my soaked pussy. “Mmmm…you’re dripping just as I knew you’d be.”
His words set my body on fire and I found myself spreading my legs wider giving him better access to my sweet spot.
My movements caused him to chuckle. “Such a greedy girl. You don’t even know the kind of man I am, or could be and yet you’re going to give me your cherry?”
“I’m not a virgin,” I lied, panting with need as he strummed his fingers against my clit. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip stopping the moan of pleasure that threatened to escape me.
Whatever I was thinking or feeling next slipped away from me as he ripped my thong from my body, the sound of the fabric ripping was the only thing I could hear before he took possession of my body.
Two thick digits entered me all at once and my body tightened my muscles clenched around his fingers as he stretched me like I’d never been before. I felt so full, so ready…“Oh God…” I gasped, as he moved those sweet fingers of his in and out of me, rubbing against all the perfect spots.
“You’re a fucking liar…” He grunted against the nape of my neck, his teeth sinking into the flesh, as he upped his pace.
My entire body shook, and my toes curled into my heels. My chest heaved and I could feel my nipples harden against my bra.
Fuck, I’m going to come…
When he took his thumb and rubbed it against my clit I was toast. I flew off the edge, and jumped straight into orgasmic waters. I felt a wetness gush from my pussy, and down my legs but I didn’t care to pay attention to what it was. I was too consumed with need. I was floating, my entire body on another wave length.
“Fuck sweetheart. You just squirted all over my hand.” He growled, and before I realized it he was down on his knees, his head underneath my dress, his tongue lapping up every single drop of my release like it was water and he hadn’t tasted any in months.
“Sweet Baby Jesus…” I moaned, feeling his tongue enter me and flick against my clit. Was it possible to come again so quickly? I didn’t know but I had a feeling I was about to find out. My hands slammed against the wall as he lifted me onto his shoulders, his fingers kneading into my ass hard enough to leave bruises, and yet it felt impossibly good. I felt unhinged, ready to explode at any given second.
“Come for me pretty girl. I want your sweet nectar all over my lips, and tongue.”
I could feel a scream build inside me. All the air left my lungs and tingles shot down my spine as I rubbed my pussy against Mr. Perfects face, each stroke of my pussy harder and harder until the pleasure seemed to mount and I felt nothing at all, my body shook once more and I sagged against the wall.
I felt my pussy clench, and convulse and it only turned me on more to hear the grunts and growls that the man beneath my dress was making, as if he too was as turned on by my coming as I was by him making me come.
When he placed my feet back onto the floor I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand. I’d never in my entire life experienced something
like he just put me through.
“You sure you still want me to knock you up? I’ve got lots of dirty things I want to do to you Winter.”
I was spent as I gazed up at him. He was wearing a cold expression that seemed to go against his words and in the dim lighting, it was hard enough to see him. “Yes…yes I’m sure,” I whispered breathlessly, because even if I didn’t want him to knock me up I most definitely wanted him to fuck me. Saying the words like I did must’ve caused something inside him to snap because within a second he was on me, his lips pressed firmly against mine his hard body pressing against all my soft curves. Holy hell, if I died before I got to tell Sapphire how my experience went with this man I was going to be pissed.
Mr. Perfect gripped me by the hips and lifted me against the wall, his lips never breaking contact from mine. I felt like a small child in comparison to him and wondered how he could lift me with so little effort, but I wasn’t about to stop the kiss to ask him how. When his tongue darted out and licked the seam of my lips, I allowed him entry realizing that I was going to be experiencing my first French kiss.
My hesitation to open up caused him to pull back slightly, and a frown formed against my lips when I noticed the kiss was ending before it had even started.
“Have you ever French kissed a man before?” His voice was husky, and full of want and need.
I desperately wanted to please him. I didn’t just want the baby he could offer me but I wanted him too, and this terrified me.
I shook my head no, feeling embarrassed and every bit as naïve as I truly was. Mr. Perfect cupped my cheek in his rough hand, and I leaned into his touch. It’d been so long since a man touched me.
“Don’t be ashamed sweet girl. You have no idea the way it makes me feel knowing you’re all mine…from your sweet virgin pussy, to your mouth which I’m certain no one has ever fucked before…”
I gulped, wondering what it would be like to suck on his cock. I’d never done so before, hell I’d never even touched one but that wasn’t going to stop me. I wanted this. I was tired of waiting. Tired of hoping for something more. “I—I’ve never even touched a penis before…” My gaze dropped down to his chest. I didn’t want to completely confess my inexperience but I also didn’t want him, whoever this man was to be disappointed in me. I wanted to please him, just as he had pleased me.
“Fuck me, Jesus Christ Winter…” Mr. Perfect released me, my feet hitting the floor. He didn’t move away from me completely though. There was anguish, and pleasure that pooled in his dark depths and as I stared into his eyes I stared to feel more and more at home, as if I’d seen those eyes a time or two in my life.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry. I’ll just…uhh…go now…” I hated myself for ruining this. The once chance I had and I blew it.
“Oh, no you don’t. You’re perfect, absolutely perfect, and being inexperienced is half the fun. I’m honored to take your cherry, and teach you how to bring a man to his knees with those perfect lips of yours, but more than anything I’m full of pleasure to be your first… It turns me on to no end knowing you’re as pure as the winter snow…and that I’ll be the man to dirty you up.”
My pussy grew wet at his words, and I wondered when I’d become such a woman. I’d never been so turned on by a man before.
Mr. Perfect took a step back, and then another.
I wondered if this was the end. If I was never going to see him again?
“I want to see you again, in two days and this time, don’t wear panties…”
There was a long pause and I nodded feeling jittery. Butterflies exploded deep inside my belly.
“Oh and if you do show up, prepare to be taken…because I won’t stop, Winter. I’ll fuck you like I know you want to be fucked…” He drove the words home, his dark gaze piercing mine, and holding me in place.
Before I could come up with a response he walked out of the suite leaving me a turned on mess of goop and I’ll be damned if he didn’t make me want to stay right there in that room in hopes he’d walk back through that door and make good on his promise to fuck me.
Chapter Six
SILAS
Today is the interview.
I fight nervousness. I pressured her company for this. I needed her to see me as I am now. That mask just made me feel like such a fake. If I could test the waters and find out how much she really hates me now, maybe I can see if the mask will ever be needed again. If she is friendly and had forgiven me, maybe I can just tell her the truth that I was this Mr. perfect and that I only did it because I’d wanted to be with her so badly.
I still remember her face the last day we were together as teens. I’d been trying to tell her that we needed to concentrate on our futures. We would be states away from each other in different colleges and that long distant dating was too hard to keep going. I just didn’t want us to end up hating each other. Well, as anyone can see in hindsight—that didn’t turn out like I’d hoped.
We argued and I got so angry that I left.
Then I packed for college and I fought myself to not call her. To leave it at that. I should’ve never done it that way.
Now, all these years later, I realized that no other woman made me feel like she had. I’d had a few and it never worked. None of them were Winter. It was a mistake that haunted me for years. Whenever I came back for college breaks, she would refuse to see me.
So now, here I am on the 14th floor of my business headquarters. I’d made my fortune and still felt empty. I’d already arranged for this interview before that ad she put out. I’d wanted to see if we had a chance. No, it hadn’t been all the sudden that I’d planned to move in on Winter. Hell, no. Then the ad happened and I became desperate thinking that she would find someone else. To tell the truth, if she hadn’t of answered my response, I had intended to have her watched and then have my man buy off or scare away any responders.
Thank fuck, I didn’t have to go that far as the Mr. Perfect angle had worked.
“Mr. Ryder, Your 2 o’clock is here,” Ms. Simpson, my secretary buzzed in.
I took a deep breath. My two ‘clock was my entire future of 2 o’clock’s. “Send her in,” I responded. Then I sat up in the chair.
She came through the door…her expression a mask of coldness.
I had to suck in another breath. I would never get tired of this face, no matter what expression she wore.
I stood from my chair and motioned for her to sit in the chair at the front of my huge desk.
She wasn’t looking at me as she was peering around at the office.
I stood and watched her, my favorite past time it seems.
Her gaze moved around the room. All brass and glass, authentic paintings and finally to the huge wall sized window at my back.
I waited for her to finally look at me.
She didn’t. She sat in the chair and put her briefcase on her lap.
I slowly sat down. If I were a glass of water in this room—I would be solid ice. It felt that cold. Well, what did I expect? I’d broken her heart then just up and left.
“So, Mr. Ryder,” she started as she took out her laptop and opened it.
“Mr. Ryder?’ I asked feeling annoyed now.
She paused a second at my tone…then she turned her laptop on.
“Are you even going to look at me?” I asked in frustration. This wasn’t going well at all.
She typed into her laptop as she replied, “Why? So you can show off some more, Mr. Ryder?”
I winced. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
She propped her laptop up onto the desk as she kept typing. “We are here at Ryder International, a luxurious appointed building I might add. I have with me, Silas Ryder, king of conglomeration businesses. Many of our clients have wanted to know the story behind this man.” Winter finally raised her glittery gaze up and continued, “Did you always know you would become so successful, Mr. Ryder?”
I stared at her. God, her lips were so yummy to look at and I felt like I
could still taste her on mine from a day ago.
“Mr. Ryder?”
I shook off my daze. “Well, no. I’d wanted to be a success, yes. I just never thought it would be this… good.”
Winter nodded. “Were there scarifies along the way?”
I narrowed my eyes on her, knowing where this was headed. “Well, certainly there was. Did I ever starve? No. But there were hard choices to make.”
“Oh?” She nearly sneered at me. “Like what kind of choices?”
Oh, wow. She was going after me hard. I almost smiled at her tenacity, then I realized this didn’t bode well for me in the long run. I leaned forward and stared into her glittery eyes. “There was one that I have regretted for many years. It was something I should not have thrown away, yet at the time I thought it was best for all involved.”
Tears now glistened in her hazel eyes.
My chest constricted. Hope almost faded from me as I took in the look she now had on her face.
“So, was it worth it?”
I stared at her face and remembered the way she’d smiled at Mr. Perfect just a day ago.
“Mr. Ryder?” she called again.
I again, for the second time had to rejoin a conversation that was fast getting me nowhere in my quest of making this up to her. “I think of it as a mistake. I could have become a success without that particular sacrifice.”
Winter blinked her eyes. “So, your net worth is escalating into more than 2 billion as far as research can tell us. Have you any charities that you give to?”
I nodded. At least this was more pleasant ground. “Yes, most are for kids.”
She stared hard at me. “That is odd. You don’t have any as far as the public knows. Why kids?”
I did not blink. “They are the future. We have all been kids and as kids, we don’t know any better. We make mistakes. Others need to be a little more compassionate of this fact.”