Arousing Consequences

by Cam Johns

  "Yes baby!" I shout. The aggression causes me to grab his head and ride him. He growls into me the harder I grind on his face. "Oh...baby...I'm gonna-" I couldn't get it out before it happens. I pull at his hair, cumming down his throat, and he grabs at my thighs as I try and get up. Once he's satisfied and I'm totally weak from exploding, he's on his knees and I'm flipped over quickly. He reaches over for a condom but I pull him down to me. His eyes widen as I kiss him hard. I want to feel him. All of him. I reach for him and line him up against me.

  "Are you sure?" He whispers. I wrap my legs around him and use them to push him into me. "Oh...you're...so...wet." I lift my legs around his back and my arms around his neck. He lies on top of me, kissing me softly and slowly, pushing himself in and out of me. I taste myself as he sticks his sour tongue in my mouth. His hands slide down underneath my butt as he pushes into me deeper, grinding on me slowly. He slithers his tongue down my neck as he grinds against my clit still inside of me. I squirm underneath his heavy body as I feel myself about to release again.

  "Oh god baby...I'm...cum-ming." I whisper. He slows a little to feel all of it.

  "Karisma...oh baby." He bites my neck softly then leans up on his elbows and stares at me. "That felt so good on me." He kisses me softly as he starts to come in and out of me a little faster, but not pounding me as usual. I feel his muscles constrict, so I know he's ready to cum. I want to feel him. Inside me. I drop my legs and grab at his butt moving my pelvis with him. "I'm gonna cum baby." He says softly. I feel him about to pull out of me so I grab his butt as hard as I could, keeping him inside me. He stares down at me. "Baby...it’s coming." He still tries to pull out but I grip him and lift myself up to him as he cums. I feel his dick pulsating inside me. He releases. "Karisma!" he shouts. I don't know if he's upset or maybe he liked it. I don’t know what came over me. He looks at me curiously as I reach my arms up around his neck and pull his lips to mine kissing him hard. He lays his body on me, returning my aggression still inside me. He lifts up abruptly. "You on the pill?" he asks with hope in his voice.

  I giggle. "Yes baby. Don't worry." He drops his head in relief. Okay, I guess he doesn't want children, or maybe not yet. He kisses me softly while rolling us over. He looks up at me, running his fingers through my hair.

  "You're so beautiful...and you’re mine."

  "Well...for now anyway." I say smiling.

  "Oh you wanna play?" He tosses me to the bed and flies on top of me, tickling me. I laugh uncontrollably trying to get away from him. "Take it back!" He shouts after a few seconds of him assaulting me with his fingers I give in.

  "I take it back!" I scream. He lays me on my back lying on top of me and putting my arms above my head.

  "Say it." He commands looking down at me with impaling blues.

  "I'm yours." He kisses me softly.

  "That's more like it." He sits up to straighten the cover and pulls it over us. He turns me over to face away from him and pulls in close behind me, wrapping his arm over mine and grabbing my hand. "Sleep." He commands. I fall asleep almost immediately in his arms, trying not to overthink him wanting to make love to me.

  The next morning the sun isn't shining in the room. I look over to the clock on the nightstand: it's seven in the morning. I don't feel Jackson on me so I turn to see him sprawled on the other side of the bed. He must be a wild sleeper at times. I don’t want to wake him yet, I'm sure he's tired. I grab my robe and go in the extra room to shower. As I stand under the water I think about what he said. I want to make love to you. I wonder if he thinks he loves me. He couldn’t possibly… it's only been a few days…but he has been planning to have me since day one he claims. Maybe his feelings grew over months and I'm just catching up.

  I get out the shower and peek in the bedroom. He's still knocked out. I go and apply my makeup and throw my hair in a ponytail. Looks like it'll be another rainy day and that spells disaster for a black woman's hair. Still in my robe I decide to go wake Jackson up. I crawl on the bed and kiss him softly until he moves.

  Before I know it he's thrown me down on the bed and he's on top of me. He kisses me hard. "Mmm...you smell good baby." He says.

  "I didn't wanna wake you. You looked like you needed to sleep."

  "Well, I'm up now." He says smiling, grinding into me with his now hard shaft. "I guess I'll just have to dirty you up again."

  I giggle. "I have a better idea." I push him to his back and straddle him. I bend down to kiss him softly then trail down his neck and chest slowly as he wiggles beneath me. I waste no time going to his stick and swallowing it.

  "Ah." He whispers lifting his head to watch. I swallow him, sucking up and down as he squirms beneath me, then I suck and grope him with my hand. As he starts to move faster I drop my mouth down, taking him in again sucking hard and back up. I move faster with him as he grabs my ponytail and fucks my face, hard, hitting the back of my throat. "Fuck baby!" He shouts. He starts to move away from me. "I'm gonna cum." I follow him and suck him as he stiffens. "Baby...it’s coming." He says, trying to move once again. I stay on him and suck it out. His cream shoots into my mouth and I swallow it quickly. "Agh!" He yells. That was a first for me. Barely tasted it. "Get the fuck up here." He leans down and pulls me up by my arms kissing me hard. "You're amazing." I smile happy that he enjoyed it.

  "C'mon...you have to get ready."

  "You're gonna go in without me." He says running his fingers through my ponytail.

  "Why?" I ask pouting.

  He chuckles. "Are you whining?"

  I giggle. "Maybe a little."

  "Cute...Jonathan needs to speak to me. He insists on it being here...privately." He stares at me gaging my reaction.

  "Okay baby. I'll go finish getting dressed so I can go eat. I'm really hungry for some reason."

  "You want something different...maybe pancakes?" He says smiling.

  My eyes widen. “Yum...sounds good."

  He chuckles. "I'll take care of it.’ He pats me on the butt. "Go." he commands. I kiss him quickly and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth again and fix my hair and makeup before getting dressed. I decide to wear pants, make it harder for Jackson to get to my middle. Who am I kidding? He doesn't care, he’d probably rip them off if he had to. I laugh at the thought. I head downstairs for breakfast and Mrs. Johnson is already making my plate.

  "Good morning." I say walking in the kitchen.

  "Miss Washington, good morning." She says as I sit at the table, sipping my coffee.

  "I guess there's no chance of you calling me Karisma?" I ask as she brings me my breakfast. She stares briefly as she decides.

  "How about Miss Karisma." she says smiling.

  "I'll take it." I say graciously. She walks away to the sink as I start devouring my breakfast. "Mrs. Johnson, where do you sleep?" I ask curiously. She walks over to the window and points to a path.

  "There's a guest house down there. You can't see it from here. I drive that cart down so I don't have to walk."

  "Your family is there?"

  "Just me and my husband...he's away right now visiting family for a while. I decided to stay behind. Mr. Turner is very good to us."

  "Yes...he does have a kind heart."

  She smiles at me. "Yes and so do you. I can tell... I saw almost immediately why he likes you so much." I blush as she turns and heads back to the kitchen. Just how big is this property?

  "Good morning, Mrs. Johnson." Jackson says entering the kitchen wearing his suit pants and a white collar shirt half buttoned. Even a mess he looks hot. Damn shame.

  "Good morning, Mr. Turner." She says as he walks over to kiss me on the cheek before sitting across from me and opening his paper.

  "Jackson, you really have to show me around some time?" He looks at me conspicuously. "Well, I should know my home, right?" I say smiling.

  He smiles blithely. "Yes you're right...this weekend?"

  "This weekend." Mrs. Johnson brings him his plate.

  "Miss Karisma, do you need som
ething else?" She asks while removing my empty plate. I nod. She smiles then walks away. I look at Jackson who is staring abnormally.

  "What?"

  "Miss Karisma?"

  "What? She won't just call me Karisma."

  "She's never called me anything but Mr. Turner." He pouts.

  "You ever ask her to call you Jackson?"

  He thinks for a minute. "No...I don't think so."

  "Well sounds like that's your fault then, Mr. Turner." He smiles giving me the smart ass look.

  "Well I guess so...you ready to go?"

  "I am."

  "Do you wanna drive?"

  "Umm...no. It looks like rain today."

  "Okay, I'll have Sanchez pull the car around." He goes over to the phone on the wall I've yet to notice as I put my leather jacket on.

  "You look beautiful today by the way." He compliments, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He smells so good. "Come...I'll walk you out." I wave bye to Mrs. Johnson then follow him to the door, stopping to check myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a black jumpsuit, hanging necklaces with matching earrings, a burgundy leather jacket and black high heels.

  "Jackson...you didn't tell me about your panic rooms." I say staring at him through the mirror.

  "Who showed you?" He asks curiously.

  "Richard."

  "Oh, Richard, is it?" He says straight faced.

  I turn to face him. "That's his name."

  "No... his name is Sanchez. I don't want you getting comfortable with another man." His face is very serious and his blues have darkened. What the hell just happened?

  "Umm...I'm gonna go to work now. You've lost it." I open the door to walk out and he runs out in front of me.

  "Karisma...don't leave upset." He says softly with his head down. I lift his head with my finger.

  "I'm not upset...just annoyed." I walk in close and kiss him softly. His eyes are now back to normal as he smiles down at me.

  "Alright, back it up you two." Jonathan appears from behind Jackson, pushing him out of the way and picks me up to hug me. I giggle at him as he spins me. I like this Jonathan.

  "Seriously bro." Jackson says completely annoyed. He finally puts me down and I see two other men in suits behind him I don’t recognize. Jackson pulls me out of Jonathan's clutches, and walks me to the car as I wave bye to Jonathan.

  "Good morning, Richard." I say smiling as he opens the car door. I climb in and Jackson kisses me quickly.

  "I'll be there soon." I nod. Richard closes the door and Jackson says something to him. I can tell by Richard's expression it wasn't something good…I'm going to strangle Jackson. Richard gets in the car but still smiles at me.

  "You ready?" he says looking at me in the rearview.

  "Ready." He pulls off as I catch a glimpse of Jackson shaking the men in suits hands. He doesn't know them either. They look like agents. Kevin.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Once at work I get started with meetings right away. Michael overloaded me today because of the meetings I missed yesterday. I never knew how many businesses and companies Jackson had his hands in until I became Vice Chair. He even owns a few architectural firms. Around noon I have a moment to myself. "Here's your lunch, Karisma." Michael says, bringing me a chicken salad.

  "Thank you so much Michael.” Finally able to relax, I take this time to eat and do some research on Jackson Turner. I read through the articles relating to his adoption, but it doesn't say why he was put up for adoption. I found information about his mother and her fight through leukemia. There are a few more pictures of her online, but not very many. His first company was a small clinic, apparently for low income families, then expanded to private companies. He started with the life insurance his father saved from his mother. Then I get to his Wikipedia page. "Shit!" I shout to myself. His birthday is Saturday. And so close to mine. Why didn't he tell me? He'd rather show me around the house! I've been so busy this morning I haven’t seen him here yet, so I text him.

  Me:

  Mr. Turner, are you going to grace me with your presence today? Missing you.

  I don't get a response. He must be busy also, so I get up to throw my trash away.

  "You miss me." He says standing in the doorway.

  I turn to face him smiling. "I do Mr. Turner." He comes in and closes the door.

  "I didn't want to bother you. I saw you had a busy morning." I see in his eyes that something's troubling him. It must be about the meeting he had with Jonathan and those men in suits. His head is down so I know it's bad, so I stand in front of him.

  "Tell me." I say softly.

  "If I tell you...we're going to argue." Oh boy. I 'm so tired of arguing with him. I take his hand and pull him to my desk. I let him sit as I stand between his legs, wrapping his arms around my waist. Lifting his head up with my finger, I kiss him softly.

  "Tell me." I whisper. He sighs and stares at me with intense sad blues.

  "That was the FBI earlier. They are ready to make a move on Kevin soon." He pauses and looks at me making sure I'm okay with that, I guess.

  "Jackson, he should be in prison...why would we argue about that?"

  "No... that's not all of it."

  "Okay...what is it?"

  "Karisma...they need the surveillance removed from the house." He says with desperate eyes.

  "Okay...so that's where I come in?" I inquire, staring at him intensely.

  "Well...that's what they want."

  "Okay...I think I can handle that. I just need to know-"

  "No! I can't let you do that!" He interrupts, pushing me off him and walking away from me. Oh, he's so infuriating at times. A knock at the door interrupts us.

  "What!" I shout at the door. Michael peeks his head in cautiously.

  "I'm sorry Karisma...Ummm your next appointment’s in the lobby.

  "I'm sorry Michael...one minute." I say more kindly, and he shuts the door back.

  "Jackson...we'll have to talk later...and I mean much later." I say calmly, walking to open the door. I look at him with the get the fuck out look, but he just stares at me with angry blues. Disappointed, he strides out, kissing me on the forehead as he passes. When he's far enough away I wave Michael over to me. "I want Jonathan on the phone when Mr. Mikelson leaves my office." He nods his head and goes back to his desk. Fidgeting with myself, I walk to the lobby for my next client. He's here to see if Jackson can help with his failing business. I wave at Cindy who happily waves back. "Mr. Mikelson." I say to the tall older gentleman in a navy blue suit.

  "Yes...Miss Washington." I shake his hand as he eagerly shakes mine.

  "Follow me sir." As I turn I see Jackson coming through the corridor. I try to rush Mr. Mikelson through but he spots Jackson.

  "Mr. Turner." He states, catching him off guard. He immediately goes into business mode.

  "You must be Mr. Mikelson." He says shaking his hand.

  "Thanks for hearing me out."

  "Well...Miss Washington definitely will." He shakes his hand once again, smiles at me and walks over to Cindy. I hate that he's so sexy when I'm mad at him.

  "Shall we, Mr. Mikelson?" I ask calmly. He nods and follows me into my office. I spend the next hour listening to him tell me about his clinic for children and how he's losing money. I go through his finances, taking out the information Jackson says he needs plus employee information. I dig further into Mr. Mikelson's life to get a background, therefore Jonathan can do a fact and security check. This is all that I'm allowed to do at this point until Jackson makes time to show me how he makes his decisions.

  "Okay Mr. Mikelson, you'll be hearing from Mr. Turner or Mrs. Weinstein soon." I say walking him out. I gesture to Michael to call Jonathan as I pass his desk to the elevators. When I return, loyal Michael has him on the line. "Hi Jonathan."

  "I take it Jackson told you." He says straight to the point.

  "Yes. I wanna help."

  "He knew you would...Karisma he really doesn't want you to."


  "Listen...you need the surveillance and there's no other way." He pauses not saying anything for a second. Finally, he sighs.

  “How would you get in?"

  "I thought I'd ask to get the rest of my things."

  "Okay...well let's see if he even goes for that. Call him and call me back."

  "Okay." Calming down, I figure out what to say before calling Kevin.

  "Matthews Group, Kevin speaking." He answers right away.

  "Hi Kevin. How are you?" I say something as normal as possible, since I’m really not a good liar.

  "Karisma...it's nice to hear your voice." He says surprised.

  "Why are you answering the phone?"

  "Secretary's out. What's up?"

  "Well...I wanted to get the rest of my things...but I wanted to tell you first." He doesn't respond. "Kevin?"

  "I'm here...ummm...I'll be home around five. The locks aren't the same." Damn, wasn't expecting to see him…would be much easier if I could do this while he's out.

  "Oh...okay...well I can come around six." I reply, knowing I've just pissed Jackson off without him even knowing.

  "I'll see you then."

  "Okay." Shit! How am I going to get all the cameras with him there? I call Jonathan back who answers quickly.

  "Karisma."

  "It's a go, but I have to wait ‘til he’s home."

  "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

  "I wanna help."

  "Karisma...I'm more worried what Jackson will do than Kevin quite honestly."

  "Listen...I can figure out where they are on my own or you can tell me…and protect me. Which will it be?" I snap. Damn, they're both the same. I just want this fucker out of the picture.

  "Now I see why you drive Jackson nuts." He chuckles. "When is your last meeting?"

  "I'll be ready at five."

  "I don't know how you're going to do this without Jackson finding out and stopping you. I'll have Sanchez bring your car. Come down, drive out a few blocks and pull over somewhere. I'll be behind you."

  "Okay. See you then."

  He chuckles. "Yeah...okay." Now I'm nervous. How am I going to get out of here? I definitely can't lie to Jackson. I just need to find a way around that.