Creed's Expectations

by J. D. Hollyfield

  At that, I laugh. I wouldn’t have expected that to be the answer out of his mouth. “How’s that possible?”

  He raises his head, our eyes back on one another. “Because you own me. And one day you will ruin me.”

  My heart constricts at his shocking, but also sad, statement. I lift my hands to cradle his face. “Why would you say that? I would never hurt you.” And I wouldn’t.

  “I’m not a good man. One day you’ll realize that, and smarten up and leave. You’ll do what you should’ve done the day you saw me and turn the other way. And when that time comes, it will be my downfall.”

  His eyes are so sad. As if he can see the future. As if he knows what’s coming. I pull his face down so our lips touch. I tell him in my own silent way that he’s wrong. He’s always been a good man. Handsomely flawed in his own damaged way.

  My hands drift down his neck, his chest, until my fingers latch onto his shirt, tugging it out of his tailored jeans. My open palms touch his chest and I raise his shirt, him helping as I lift it over his head. Next, my hands go to his jeans. Showing a bit more eagerness for what’s to come, he helps me, pushing his jeans and briefs off his hips. He’s already hard as his length hits my stomach.

  Off come my tank top and yoga pants until there is nothing between us. The emotions surrounding us are thick. There is no rush to this. No clawing at one another to get closer, deeper inside. It’s as if he’s stalling, waiting for me to tell him it’s okay. “I want you, please.” I give him the confidence he needs to know this is what I want. But he still doesn’t budge.

  “Creed…”

  “I want to be gentle with you. I want to show you, in so many ways, what you’ve become to me, and I never want to stop showing you.” His eyes are screaming so much more than what he speaks. I want to demand - beg - that he tells me where this is all coming from.

  I spread my legs, telling him I want him. I want us. “You don’t have to be gentle with me to show how you feel.” I feel him twitch against my stomach. He wants me just as bad. He’s trying to fight it. “Take me as you always have. That’s what I want. That’s when I feel you the most.”

  His eyes shut, no longer able to hold mine captive. I bring my hand between us and grab at his length. I wrap my fingers around his smooth cock and deliberately stroke him, once, twice. On the third, he slowly thrusts into my grip. “That’s it. Show me you want me,” I repeat, squeezing harder and stroking him once more.

  “Fuck.” His head drops to my shoulder, his ragged breaths hitting against my bare skin. “You deserve better. You deserve more than me.” His voice is rough.

  I bring his dick between my thighs and wet his tip with my juices, but I don’t push any further. I want him to want this just as much as I do. “I deserve to make that decision for myself. And I chose you. Do you not want me?” I ask, knowing it will break his spell. His head lifts, his eyes now on fire.

  “I fucking want to own you. I want no one else to ever look at you because you’re mine. God, I want to mark you, devour you, keep you for myself, so no one can ever have even just a glimpse of pleasure at looking at you. Because you’re fucking mine.”

  I never thought he didn’t want me. But I knew that would snap him out of his funk. His mouth lands on mine with a still slow, yet fierce kiss. I part my lips, inviting his tongue to mingle with mine. I lift my hips, nudging at him, and he finally complies. He doesn’t ram into me like his normal MO. He pushes into me slowly. I feel him stretch me as his dick pushes deep inside. Kissing me just as fierce, his hips begin a slow thrust, moving in and out, almost torturing me.

  Normally we’re like animals, trying to get deeper into one another. Biting, scratching. Words of lust, need, desire. The pain, the beauty. The intense way we fuck, screw, bond. Who knows what it is, but this time… This time, it’s different. This time, Creed is hitting a deeper part of me. And he knows it too. This isn’t just sex. This is him making love to me.

  He takes me painfully slow, his mouth loving mine. His hands are up and in my hair. No roughness or pulling; just his fingertips, gently gliding into my scalp and holding my head so our kiss will never end. And I hope it doesn’t.

  It’s not long before that slow burn turns into an aching cry for release. I know he feels I’m close because he brings a hand to my hips, bringing our bodies even closer together.

  “Oh God, Creed,” I moan into his mouth, unable to explain how many emotions are flowing through me right now.

  “I know, Kitten. Fuck, I know.” It’s as if he can read my mind. He knows how lost I am for him. And it’s his way of telling me he’s just as deep.

  We release together, both our orgasms taking over at once. The feeling of him letting go inside me is enthralling. With no energy left, his muscled chest falls onto mine as we both catch our breaths and our thoughts.

  “Where are you taking me? And aren’t you going to get in trouble for playing hooky?”

  Creed laughs, tugging at my hand to walk faster down the street. “I’m positive. There are some perks to owning the company, you know. Hurry, we’re late.”

  Late for what? Once we both came down from our euphoric high, Creed jumped off me, insisting I get dressed. He had something to show me. I insisted that he tell me exactly what that was since I was not a fan of surprises. Since I still don’t know what he has up his sleeve, clearly he didn’t give in.

  “Well, if I knew what we were so rushed for, maybe I would pick up the pace.” Creed stops abruptly, and I almost slam into his back. He turns, startling me as he lifts me into his arms and begins to carry me.

  “Creed! Put me down. Seriously, fine, you don’t have to tell…” My plea dies in my throat as I see the sign ahead. “What… what are we doing here?”

  Creed finally sets me down, right in front of the Wheatland Community Center. I stare at the sign on the door, then turn to Creed.

  “We have a meeting with the director,” he says and opens the door for me to walk inside. I stand completely still.

  “Why exactly?” I ask.

  “Because I thought you would want to meet the staff and kids you saved.” My eyes fight not to fill up and overflow with tears. I look back up at the sign. It doesn’t look in the best shape. Chalk drawings flood the sidewalks and the entrance is covered in kids’ crayon drawings. “Unless you don’t have any interest in the center anymore, then of course, we can—”

  “Shut up,” I stop him. I’m fighting some really fuzzy emotions right now and I’d prefer not to start crying in front of strangers. “Just shut your sexy, obnoxious mouth. Take me inside. Now.” I’m rude. I know it. But the smile on Creed’s face confirms he is not at all offended. He steps aside and allows me to walk in.

  The place is really big. The first thing we notice is a room with cubbies and lockers, holding backpacks and shoes. We walk through the front, which has some small offices until we make it to the huge gym floor. It is full of kids playing an assortment of games. Parts of the gym are sectioned off for arts and crafts, fort building, sports, and reading. There are staff members throughout, some working with the children, some playing basketball, some allowing small children to dress them in boas and lace.

  In the opposite corner is a group of kids huddled in a circle. They seem to be reading. I’m tempted to go and sit down, curious as to what they’re reading when a man steps up and addresses me and Creed.

  “You must be Mr. Monroe and Ms. Bishop. Hello, I’m James Howard.” The gentleman, probably no older than Creed, sticks out his hand and the men shake. He then turns to me. “Ms. Bishop, I have heard all about your fight for us and the community. I cannot tell you how thankful we are. You are an angel to this center.”

  I go to stick my hand out, but instead, he pulls me in for a hug.

  “Oh! Well… It’s nothing. I just saw hope in what you all are doing here.” He releases me and steps back.

  “You are helping tell our story. And that is more than what the city has done. Now please, let me introduce you to ou
r staff and have you learn the full story.”

  James escorts us through the busy gym, stopping at each station and introducing us to each member on staff. With each introduction came the strong hugs. Apparently James did not hold back in letting the entire center know who I was and what I had done. I tried to explain I didn’t do anything. It was Creed that stopped the sale. The attention and praises were uncomfortable for me, but the smiles and hope that it gave the members made it all worth it.

  The kids were amazing. Talented and so bright. The goals, dreams, and inspirations they all shouted at each station when I met them warmed my heart. These kids had a future. Their life wasn’t the greatest. They struggled at home, at school, some looked underfed, and some looked like they could use a good bath, but their spirits and minds were as sharp as a tack. They seemed oblivious to the hardships ahead of them if the center were to close. I got my wish and was able to sit in on reading time. James and the Giant Peach was the book of choice for the day and each child took turns reading a page from the story. Even I took a turn.

  Once we make it through all the stations and meet everyone possible, James suggests we chat for a bit in his office. While heading back, a little boy named Benjamin grabs at my lower shirt, getting my attention.

  “Ms. Kasey, I made you a drawing,” the little boy says, handing me a colored piece of construction paper. I look to see a very creative drawing.

  “Benjamin, this is amazing. Can you tell me what all this means?” I bend down so I’m at eye level with him. He comes at me, practically sitting on my thigh, and starts pointing.

  “This is you, Miss Kasey. I drew a cape on you because Miss Becca says you’re a hero. This is your friend. He doesn’t get a cape, because he doesn’t talk, but you can share yours if you want to.”

  I hear Creed chuckle behind me as I smile brightly at Benjamin. “Well, thank you. I love it. I will take it home and put it on my fridge. Front and center.” Benjamin smiles and wraps his little arms around my neck. I hug him back, wanting to stick him in my purse and take him home with me. But quickly, after he lets go, he takes off running through the gym.

  Once seated in James’ office, he pulls out a file, laying out some familiar documents. “So here are the documents that you requested. It proves that the city stopped paying on the building over eight months ago. That’s why they are so eager to push through the sale. The building is about to go into foreclosure, so I’ve heard they are wanting to get this off their hands quickly.”

  Creed takes the documents and begins reviewing them. I lean in to see what he’s looking at, but it’s all mumbo jumbo to me. Bringing my attention back to James, “When did you find out that the building was being put up for sale?”

  “Only six weeks ago. It was when one of your associates” - he nods to Creed - “came in and was trying to survey the building. Obviously, we had no idea, so we told them to get off the property or we would call the cops. Well, it was a surprise to us when we were told the building was already under contract. We went straight to the city for answers, but they shut us down every chance they got. We tried to petition the sale, asking for time to raise funds to pay the back rent, but they denied us. The mayor has seemed to wash his hands of us and this center. Apparently he was offered a deal he couldn’t refuse.” His eyes are back on Creed’s, who looks up. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be harsh—”

  “Don’t be. You’re right. We offered the mayor an extremely generous sum for this land.” Creed places the documents back on the desk. “I would like to see the taxes that you pay on this. Is that something you handle?”

  “No, sadly we don’t. The original owner died years back. He didn’t leave a will and that’s how the building got placed in the hands of the city. Don’t quote me, but since the land was being used for community centers, they got a tax break, which is what boggles me on how they weren’t able to pay on the building. I requested to see the amount but got shot down on that as well.”

  Creed is quiet. He’s in complete business-mode. Then he stands, adjusting his suitcoat, and sticks out his hand to James. “Well, thank you for your time. If I can get a full list of staff, attendees, and the cost breakdown of running the center by the end of the week, it would be appreciated. Please don’t leave any cost out. If it’s an expense to the center, notate it.” James stands, nodding at Creed’s request. We all shake hands and with another round of praises, Creed lets James know they will be in touch.

  “So what happens now?” I ask as we walk back to the car.

  “I was thinking of fucking you in the backseat of my car. Maybe find a nice park and fucking you against a swing set while the sun radiates across your bare ass.”

  I take a slap at his abs. “You know what I mean! With the center?”

  “Oh that. Less exciting topic. We wait for James to give me the information I requested. I research profit over loss and figure out if it’s worth saving.”

  My smile slightly fades. “What happens then? If it’s not worth saving?”

  Creed takes the hand he’s holding and presses a kiss to my inner palm. “You know, sometimes you can’t fix what’s already broken. If they were in bad shape from the get-go, then letting the building go might be the best thing for them. Keep in mind, that building is old. It may have been the best thing to tear it down. That doesn’t say they can’t move the center to a new location. It all depends on cost.”

  “Or if you make a profit or not,” I reply solemnly.

  Creed stops and faces me. “Kase, it’s not about a profit here. I get where your heart’s at. But there are more factors than just stopping a sale. You have to realize that.”

  And I do. I know that even if they stop the sale, there is a ton of money that is owed and nowhere to get it. The building needs updating, with no one to fund it. Even if, by a miracle, Creed stops the sale, there are so many outside factors that lead up to the center being shut down eventually.

  “I know this means a lot to you. And I’m going to do whatever I can. Just give me some credit for trying.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck, latching onto him like he’s my lifeline. “I know. And I’m thankful for you and what you’re trying to do. You’re an amazing man, Creed Monroe. And I am one lucky girl to be stuck with you.”

  Creed chuckles, burying his nose into the crevice of my neck. “I think you’re the amazing one, but if you want to prove it to me, I would suggest a nice secluded tree, your bare ass, and my cock deep inside you, fucking you until I can’t see straight.”

  I giggle but blush all the same. I know he is dead serious with no shame or worry for public indecency. “What if someone hears us? You know I tend to be a moaner when you take me that way.”

  I smile as his eyes darken. “I plan on taking your soaked panties and gagging you, just in case.” With a dark smile now matching my own, he tugs on my hand, escorting me quickly to the car.

  Then to the nearest park.

  “SPREAD YOUR LEGS WIDER, BABY. Fuck…”

  I do as I’m told and accidentally knock my laptop off my desk. Well, Creed’s desk. “Leave it,” he grunts and continues to pound into me from behind.

  So much for making it through the workday. I was swamped, trying to type up contracts for Todd when Creed came into my office and shut the door. The instant I heard the lock click, I knew what was about to happen. It didn’t take long before I was up and bent over the desk, Creed’s dirty words feeding my sexual appetite.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful like this. You’re mine. Tell me you’re fucking mine.” His nails dig into my hips with each pleasured thrust.

  “I’m all yours, fuuucck… Less talking and more fucking me, though. I have contracts to finish.” I know he loves when I get all bossy with him. I can practically feel him grow larger inside me. A hard slap across my ass cheek and I moan, matching his sexy grunt.

  “I can fuck you all day. Watch your pussy beg for me, suck me in. Yeah, just like that.” He picks up the pace and I’m about lost. I can
feel my entire body clenching at the explosive orgasm ready to blast through me. “You like that, don’t you? You want to be owned by me, don’t you, you naughty little one.” Harder. Faster. “I bet you’re craving this orgasm. You can practically taste it.”

  “Oh God, yeah, hurry,” I beg.

  He slams into me one more time, then stops. “Then tell me you’ll move in with me.”

  Whaaa? I twist my head back. “What? Keep moving!”

  “Not until you say yes. Move in with me. Put me out of my misery.”

  Oh, my God, I can’t believe he’s doing this right now. I can seriously taste my orgasm it’s so close. “Creed…” I say his name in warning.

  “I know, baby. I want to fuck you so bad, too. What’s it gonna be?”

  That bastard. “You’re not playing fair.”

  “I haven’t been playing fair since the moment I saw you.” He brings his hand over, using his fingers to rub at my clit. I moan at his touch, pressing my hand over his.

  “What’s it gonna be, baby?” He slides slowly back into me and my eyes practically roll in the back of my head. He’s totally going to pay for this later.

  “Fine, yes. Now move.”

  “Anything you desire, my little princess.” And with no more taunting, he grabs my hips forcefully and pounds into me. My hands grab at the end of the desk so I don’t go flying off it. His speed and agility are impressive, but also about to throw me over.

  “Oh yes, yes. Oh Creed, oh… ahhhhh….” My walls grip him so tight, I hear the growl behind me as he loses the battle himself and comes inside me.

  “You still with me, babe?” I ask, even though I’m struggling to catch my own breath.

  “Yep, just thought I was blind there for a second.”

  I can’t help but chuckle and lightly smack her perky ass cheek. “Am I that good? ‘May cause blindness?’”

  Her cute as fuck giggle makes me want to take her all over again. Just listening to her breathe gets me hard. I decide against it and pull out, grabbing for some tissues to clean her up. She doesn’t seem to move, which makes me smile wider. I love how much she enjoys this. How I can bring her to such extreme pleasure. It makes me want to puff out my chest and beat my fists, showing my domination over my woman. My woman. She is mine. And now, a small part of me can rest easy, now that she said yes to moving in. Even if it was under sexual duress. “If you continue to stay like this I’m gonna have no choice but to take you all over again.”