Black Forever

by Victoria Quinn

  She rose to her full height, standing perfectly straight in her heels.

  “What are you wearing underneath the coat?” I came around the desk and yanked my belt from the loops.

  “Black teddy with garters.” Her voice picked up a notch, full of hope.

  “Drop it.”

  She undid her jacket and let it fall off her shoulders and to the ground.

  “Bend over. Now.” I slapped the belt hard into my hand, feeling the bite of the metal against my own skin.

  She bent over with her cheek pressed to the wood. Her hair was sprawled out across the desk, reaching over the papers I’d just been reading.

  “Don’t make a sound. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m gonna punish you for what you’ve done. There’ll be tears in your eyes before you walk out of here.”

  Her breathing hitched. “Yes, Sir.”

  I pulled the belt back and swung hard, striking her hard against the ass cheek and making a dull clap echo around my office.

  She clamped her teeth together to avoid letting out a whimper. Her hands dragged across the wood as she searched for something to hold on to.

  I wasn’t letting her walk out of there until her skin was red and weathered. “Count to ten, Isabella.”

  She swallowed hard. “One…”

  Did I feel guilty for what I was doing?

  That was a complicated question.

  With a more complicated answer.

  Yes, a part of me did feel bad for what I was doing. I was using another woman to satisfy my urges. But I didn’t touch her, fuck her, or let her go anywhere near me. I wasn’t even hard as I whipped her. Instead, I felt a surge of relief, an abundance of satisfaction. I felt alive in the moment, doing what I loved to do.

  Then the other part of me didn’t give a damn what I was doing.

  I resented Rome for not giving me what I wanted, and it was ridiculous to think I wouldn’t end up getting it somewhere else. She wouldn’t allow me to spank her, to chain her to the headboard and whip her bare ass. She wouldn’t allow me to make her cry, to let me get off to the sounds of her tears.

  So what did she expect me to do?

  I needed this.

  The second Jackson put that whip in my hand, I fell back into the abyss Rome dragged me out of. I was a little out of my mind, a little insane. Blood lust had taken over, and now I couldn’t think straight.

  Rome didn’t realize it at the moment, but this was the best thing for our relationship. I got to relieve my urges with someone who enjoyed being hurt. I got it out of my system so when I was with Rome, the dark desires were gone. I could kiss her and appreciate the softness of our embrace. I could make love to her and enjoy the closeness without wanting something more.

  I didn’t have to jerk off in the shower while she was downstairs.

  I didn’t have to touch myself in the office as I pictured hurting her.

  All of those fantasies were gone.

  Now I could just live in the moment with her.

  After the workday ended, I went to her office and watched her type an email at her desk. Her back was to me, and I appreciated the way she positioned her shoulders back as she held herself with impeccable posture. No matter what the circumstance was, she always carried herself with complete grace. She could be a queen if she wanted.

  She must have picked up on my presence because she glanced over her shoulder and spotted me. “Do you ever say hi?”

  “No.” I placed my hands in my pockets and leaned against the doorframe, my head nearly hitting the top of it. “I don’t need to. You know when I’m here.”

  She turned back to her computer and finished her email. After she sent it off, she turned off her computer and grabbed her purse from under the desk. “I only know that because I can feel you.” She rose out of the chair and joined me in the doorway.

  “Where exactly can you feel me?” I stepped forward and pressed my body into hers. Without any regard to passersby in the hallway, I kissed her as my hand moved under her dress and between her legs. I found her clit through her panties, and I brushed my thumb against it with restrained aggression.

  She immediately took a deep breath, her following words drowned out with a quiet moan.

  I kept rubbing her, fascinated by the sexy expression she made. It was easy for me to tell when she was aroused because she practically wore it as a billboard. I was tempted to press her inside the office and kick the door behind me. I could fuck her on her desk and not give a damn what the rest of the staff thought. I owned this desk.

  I owned this woman.

  But Rome cut it short when she grabbed my wrist and pushed it down. “Calloway…” She stepped back and pressed her lips tightly together as she composed herself, her eyes still full of arousal and her desperation for my hand to return between her legs.

  “You never answered my question.”

  “You know where I can feel you, Calloway,” she said, her gaze fiery. “And it’s not there.”

  “Then where?” I leaned in again, my eyes on her lips.

  She grabbed my hand and placed it over her heart. “You know exactly where.”

  I felt her heartbeat under my palm, beating strongly and powerfully. I knew the quick pace was caused by me and my hand, eliciting her desires from her body. Instead of focusing on the luscious curve of her tit, I focused on the warmth of her body. This woman had given herself to me in more ways than one. I had her body, but I also had her heart and soul. “I can feel you too.”

  When we came home, I wasn’t interested in dinner.

  I was interested in Rome.

  Once we crossed the threshold, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom we shared on the third floor. I laid her down on the bed and immediately slipped off her heels. She wore a gentle smile, aroused and playful at the same time. She pressed her bare feet against my chest as she pulled down the straps of her dress.

  I got my clothes off then pulled her panties from her long legs. They fell on top of my slacks where they belonged. I lifted up her dress to her waist then returned her feet to my chest. I loved having her pinned underneath me like this, like she was only mine to enjoy.

  I directed my cock to her entrance and wasn’t surprised to feel the wetness that greeted me. I couldn’t recall a time when I was inside her and she wasn’t soaked. It didn’t matter if she just woke up first thing in the morning or if it was in the middle of the night. She was always ready to go—for me.

  I inserted myself completely inside her, pushing until the base of my cock hit her entrance. She looked incredible underneath me, her plump lips utterly kissable and delicious. Her soft strands were spread out across the sheets, perfect for me to grip.

  Her mouth widened as she panted, growing used to my enormous size. “God, your dick is big.”

  My cock automatically twitched in response, still buried deep inside her warm pussy. “That’s your fault, sweetheart. You make him bigger than he’s ever been before.” I slowly rocked into her, sliding through the lubrication her body produced for me. I would never get tired of knowing I was the only man to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy for the first time. I hadn’t broken her in because it was impossible. She was simply a petite woman with small parts.

  But I loved that.

  I rocked into her quicker but never became aggressive. Right now, I just wanted to feel her. I wanted to feel her pulse through her feet and let her feel my heartbeat in return. I wanted to conquer the woman I adored beyond reason. She was my world—my everything. Without her, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

  “Calloway…” She cupped my neck with her hands and pressed her face to mine, still rocking with me slightly by pushing against my chest. “I…I love you so much.”

  Those words went straight into my chest, making me feel warm and alive. If any other woman had said that to me, I would have tossed her out on her ass. But when it came to Rome, I loved her affection.
I loved her devotion. I wanted her to cherish me the way I cherished her.

  But I still couldn’t say it back.

  I didn’t know what stopped me. She already knew how I felt. I already told her a dozen times without actually saying the words. She knew wasn’t just my world, but my stars and my moon. She knew my entire existence revolved around her happiness. I would gladly shorten my life so hers would be longer. I would gladly do anything so her smile never faltered. “Rome…” The words never left my lips, but the emotion was in my voice.

  That seemed to be enough for her because she came, her lips trembling against mine. Her fingers tugged on the strands of my hair as she moaned through the sensation, her pussy unbelievably tight around my dick.

  Her passion always cut me to the bone. I loved her desperation, the way she clung to me even when her orgasm was over. I was the only man she allowed herself to rely on. She allowed me to take care of her, to protect her, and to provide for her. The fact that I was the only man who earned the honor made me feel worthy of her.

  The final thought pushed me over the edge, causing me to spasm as I released inside her. I gave her all of my come, every last drop of it, and I wanted to do it every night for the rest of my life.

  The rest of my life.

  Shit, that was heavy.

  Her fingers softened against my skull, and she gently ran them through my hair, treating me delicately after the violent way she gripped me before. Her tits were caged behind her knees, and the sweat accumulated on her neck.

  Instead of being angry with my reluctance, she adored me just as much as she did before. She craned her neck so she could press her lips against mine for one final embrace. She closed her eyes and savored the touch like my lips were made of honey.

  The only reason she wasn’t mad was because she knew how I felt.

  She had to know.

  Christopher texted me. Hey.

  What’s up? It wasn’t like him to beat around the bush. He usually came out and said whatever he needed to say.

  Do you know of any hot ladies you can set me up with?

  Rome mentioned he was looking for something serious. I was the worst person to ask. All my life, I’d only dealt with the erotic art of fucking. Not relationships. Rome was the first woman who walked into my life that I couldn’t let slip away. I know a lot of hot ladies. But not sure if they’re the relationship type.

  Every woman is a relationship type.

  Not the ones I was familiar with. What exactly are you looking for?

  You know, smart, beautiful, funny.

  So, the perfect woman? I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I sat at my desk in my office with my phone held between my hands.

  Exactly! Do you know of anyone?

  Just one. No. Sorry, man.

  My phone suddenly started to ring, Christopher’s name on the screen.

  I took the call. “Why didn’t you just call in the first place?”

  “I didn’t realize you were going to be so difficult. I thought you were just gonna spit out a name and number.”

  “Like a vending machine?” I asked incredulously.

  “Yeah, kinda. You’re a ladies’ man.”

  Not really. I just preferred women with specific tastes. And they preferred me because I could give them what they wanted. “Well, I don’t know anyone who fits your description.”

  “Really? Not a single person?”

  “Except Rome. But I doubt you’re interested in that.”

  “Yuck.” He gagged into the phone. “I’m not into incest.”

  “You aren’t related.”

  “She’s my sister, in my eyes.”

  “I’m surprised you haven’t met anyone on your own.”

  “Oh, I can meet women just fine,” he said with a laugh. “But they’re too skanky, you know?”

  “Too skanky?” I asked with a laugh.

  “Yeah. I tell them I’m looking for something serious, and they immediately jump into bed with me, get all clingy, and then it’s just uncomfortable. It’s basically the worst pickup line ever invented.”

  “There are worse problems then getting too much pussy.” I didn’t care how I spoke to Christopher. He knew what kind of guy I was before Rome came along.

  “I tried doing the online thing, but that didn’t pan out.”

  “Why not?”

  “Some serious catfishing going on,” he said. “A girl posts a picture of herself from high school, and then I meet her and she looks nothing like that. It’s creepy.”

  “That’s too bad.”

  “So, I want you to come out with me tonight.”

  Now I’d lost his train of thought. “What?”

  “Hot chicks are always in pairs. I need a second guy to help me corner the good one. You feel me?”

  I laughed because the suggestion was outrageous. “I’m gonna pass. I like not being single.”

  “You don’t have to do anything with them,” he argued. “Just distract one girl while I go for the other.”

  “Rome is definitely not going to be down with that. And don’t you have any other friends?”

  “They aren’t as good-looking as the two of us. You and I would be unstoppable.”

  Rome would never let this fly, and honestly, I’d be offended if she didn’t care. If she did this same thing with a girlfriend, I’d be livid. “You know who you should go with?”

  “Hmm?”

  “My brother, Jackson. He’s a serious ladies’ man, and he’s always looking for pussy.”

  “Good-looking guy?” he asked.

  “He looks a lot like me. Just less attractive.”

  “Sure,” he said. “Text me his digits, and I’ll give him a call.”

  “Alright. I’m glad I set you up on a playdate.” I hung up then turned my attention back to work.

  A moment later, my assistant’s voice came through the phone. “Ms. Moretti has asked to speak with you.”

  Ms. Moretti.

  I never called her that. Just like how I hated it when she called me Mr. Owens. “Send her in.” I was immediately irritated because I specifically told Rome she didn’t have to check in with anybody. She could walk in here like she owned the damn place.

  The door cracked, and Rome stepped inside in nude heels and a pink dress. I saw her this morning when we left for work, but anytime I saw her after a long break, her appearance got me hard.

  And I was hard right now.

  She carried a stack of papers, probably her progress report for the past month. “Sorry this is late, but I—”

  “Rome, I said you don’t need to check in with my assistant. You need something from me, you walk in.”

  She held the papers at her waist and stared me down, her gaze suddenly turning cold. “Calloway, we’re at work. We have to have some sort of professionalism—”

  “Exactly. I’m your boss—and you do what I say.”

  Now her eyes were on fire.

  “Everyone knows we’re fucking, Rome. So just walk in. My woman doesn’t wait for anybody—not even me.”

  Her anger dimmed, but only slightly. “We both know I’m not doing that, so let’s just drop it.”

  My anger immediately came to the surface at her disobedience. I was used to unwavering loyalty from Isabella, and I didn’t like my woman questioning me. This wasn’t news. Rome had always been her own woman. But that never quenched my need to be in control. I suspected it would never be quenched, even with Isabella there to fulfill my needs. “And we both know I always get my way. So next time, just come in here.” I rose to my full height, staring her down with my arms by my sides. I pressed my hands against the wood of my desk and leaned forward, staring her down like prey.

  Rome pressed her lips tightly together, either because she was ticked or aroused. At the moment, it wasn’t easy to see the distinction. She suddenly threw the papers on my desk where they slid across the surface and fell at my feet. “Let me know when you’re done being an asshole. Maybe then we can have a
mature conversation.” She walked out with her head held high. She probably wanted to slam the door shut, but she found the restraint not to do it. When the door shut behind her, I was alone with my thoughts.

  And I knew I fucked up.

  When I arrived at her office later that afternoon, she wasn’t there.

  Her computer was shut down, her purse was gone, and the lights were out.

  Fuck.

  I immediately walked to the elevator and did my best to appear calm to my employees. I wanted to sprint to the elevator but forced myself to walk. I itched to grab my phone and call her right then and there, but that wouldn’t be smart either.

  Once I was in the elevator with the doors closed, I called her.

  No answer.

  “Fuck.” I called her again, feeling the terror form inside my stomach. I didn’t care that she was pissed at me. Once I got my hands on her, I’d kiss her and fuck her until she forgave me.

  But I was worried about her.

  Anytime I wasn’t with her, she was vulnerable. Hank could make a move at any moment, possibly preparing for the instant she and I let our guards down. And if something happened to her because of my stupidity, I’d literally murder him.

  I called her again, but there was no answer so I left a message.

  I texted her. Just tell me you’re safe.

  I stared at the phone and waited for the three dots to appear. But nothing came on the screen.

  Goddammit, Rome. Just tell me if you’re home or not. The elevator hit the bottom floor, and I walked out, flustered and furious.

  The three dots lit up.

  Thank fucking god.

  I’m home. I suggest you find somewhere else to go because you aren’t coming here.

  I never thought I would be so happy to hear her sass me like that. Relief flooded through me like incoming waves from the ocean. Thank you. I’d never meant those two words so sincerely before. Knowing she was safe made up for the terror I felt in my heart.

  Of course, I went home anyway. Even though she was safe inside the house, the only thing that could truly make her safe was me. I was the single barrier that nobody could cross. It didn’t matter if Hank had a knife or gun. None of that shit could get through me.