by Jayce, Aven
He takes my hands in his and we lower to our knees, still facing one another.
“Is it alright if I make love to you, in here?” he asks as he places one hand behind my neck. I look into his eyes and smile. Our tongues meet for a long erotic dance and I finally feel a twinge deep inside. Finally. My breasts touch his chest and our kisses become wild and fierce. His hand supports the back of my head as his body rises over mine and I’m lowered to the mattress. He descends in an enthusiastic way and parts my legs with his knees. I’m ready. I want this. This is him, and only him.
My fingers run through his hair and grip the back of his locks in a declaration of my desire and willingness to do this with him. The earpiece is gone. He’s in control.
“Slow,” he says.
“Yes, slow.”
His head nudges partway inside, and then out. He does it again. And again. He’s being a tease, forcing me to exhale with each slow movement. My hands stretch above my head and he grips one and squeezes it tight.
A light nip is placed on my mouth, then a soft kiss… and another. More teasing. I love it. But I also don’t want to be viewed in this room for too much longer. We need to hurry this along.
“I want you to come,” I say. “Put it in my mouth.”
“You sure?” he whispers.
“Yes, like in the loft,” I say quietly back.
“I really wanted to make love to you, Baby.”
“We will, just you and me, but now I want you to do what I’m requesting. Besides, I never said I didn’t like what we did that day.”
He smiles and straddles my waist. His cock rests between my breasts and I close my eyes. I hear him take off the condom and his body jerks as he tosses it away. He places a hand on each breast and uses them to embrace his length. There’s a swift movement forward and back.
I wonder how he could do this for so many years. Was he ever self-conscious? Did he make mistakes? He must think about the viewers like I do. Are they still watching us?
Cove’s crown reaches my chin and I lift my head. He places his hands through my hair and I part my lips for the entry of his mass. I open wider as it slides in.
“Oh fuck, I love your mouth,” Cove mumbles. He’s slow at first, but quickly gains speed and uses long hard thrusts that reach the back of my throat. A deep exhale leaves his body and he quickly looks down at my face. He bites his bottom lip and his eyes start to glaze over. He’s close.
“Fuck, this won’t take long. You ready?” he asks with a deep intake of breath. I wink in response with his length still in my mouth. He plunges further and faster into me. My eyes tear and it’s difficult to breathe. I want him to cum, to feel that pleasure from me, and from my mouth. His breathing is fast and uneven. He holds his breath then exhales and holds it again. I can see his abdomen muscles tighten and they’re more defined than they’ve ever been.
He moans. His eyes close tight and he pulls out and grips his cock. He quickly jerks the upper part of his length, just under the head until the first shot hits my lip and cheek. “Ah,” he cries out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His hand slows to long tugs along his length as more cum bursts across my face. He looks down and I open my mouth to allow the final shots to enter. The fluid starts to diminish. I lick his tip and smile as he glides his cock around my lips to smear the cum for all to see.
I’ve watched porn. I know this is the typical final cum shot scene. It’s over.
There’s a beep and the glow from the screen disappears. He stands in a rush and crawls out the door of the cage, picks up his boxers and crawls back in. He uses them to wipe my face and mouth and then tosses the sticky fabric toward the condom that rests on the mattress.
We turn our heads in unison as the door to the room opens.
“Bravo,” Dayne says in a dry voice as he slowly claps his hands in an odd Jack Nicholson kind of way. “Bravo, you little fucks. I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but boy, I definitely wouldn’t want to be in your shoes right now.”
Cove takes my hand and helps me out of the cage. He gives me his black button down shirt and I slide my arms in clutching the fabric around my chest. Dayne finally stops eyeing me and directs us down the hall to the bedroom suite. I walk in, untie the waspie, throw it on the floor, and lay on the bed. Cove takes a dark blue t-shirt and a clean pair of black boxers out of his suitcase, puts them on, and lies on the opposite side of me. I turn away from him and our backs face one another.
“I’m at a loss for words,” Dayne says. “I might just leave for the night and take Mera with me. I don’t want to be here when Paul gets home, and at the same time, I can’t wait to see him beat the shit out of you. You’re not going to make it through this one. Our top client paid three grand for that last bid and you snubbed him. I saw the numbers. Three grand for five minutes. You fucking disrespectful little shit,” Dayne complains as he slams the door.
I tremble. I didn’t realize it was this bad. Why did I tell Cove I couldn’t do it? I wasn’t strong enough in there for him. Fuck. Is Dayne being serious, or is he just being an ass again like he always is? Maybe it’s not such a bad thing that Cove took the earpiece out and we did our own thing.
He doesn’t say a word, and neither do I. We lie on the bed next to one another, and wait. We wait for Paul. It’s probably four in the afternoon. He’ll be here soon.
Fuck.
CHAPTER FOUR
My finger traces the botanical embroidered pattern of the dark grey comforter that was placed on the bed while we were in the Keep. It’s been close to an hour. There’s silence in the room. Cove hasn’t moved and if he feels even remotely the way I do, he probably never will. Ever.
I’ve never been this depressed. I’m not angry anymore… no, my body and mind are way past anger. Acceptance of the situation has concealed all other emotions besides a low, saddened, and dark state of mind. How can a person live this way? My father, Dayne, Doron, Carl, and the others who are out there, is this truly enjoyable to them? Is Dayne so miserable with his job that he takes it out on everyone around him? Or are they all so caught up in the money they’re dealing with only one emotion right now… greed. Is greed an emotion? I guess not. They’ve been in this business for years, so this has become an act of will to them. A habit. A character trait they’ve formed, not an instinct. Habits can be broken… right? Can’t they just make a shitload from my father’s casinos? Why are they all so addicted to this lifestyle? I wish they could experience it, know the humiliation and degradation one feels. I’m dirty and in need of a shower. I was with the man I love and I feel filth on my skin.
The door handle turns and someone walks in. I continue to stare straight ahead at the wall next to the flat screen, my fingers still following the pattern on the fabric. Cove doesn’t move an inch. I hear the chair by the desk slide closer to the bed, and then the person takes a seat. The cold leather piece of furniture scrunches under the body weight. It’s someone big, not Mera.
I smell it. The Amouage Dia cologne. It’s my father.
Three deep breaths come from each of us, and then silence. We’re all silent, and I wait for either my father, or Cove, to speak.
But there’s only breathing. Quick, shallow breathing as a stress response to the situation. The kind you hear when wild animals are about to attack one another.
“Cove, sit up when I enter the room. Sophia, you get up as well.”
We both ignore his request. My body’s too heavy to move. Fuck him.
A quick rush of movement from my father breaks the silence in the room and I jerk to an upright position.
“Ah fuck!” Cove yells. “Paul!” Cove sits up and there’s a trail of blood along the comforter as he pulls his legs close to his body. The bottom of his foot is cut open and I shriek in horror.
“Dad!” I scream.
My father closes the switchblade in his hand and places it on the arm of the chair.
“Now that I have your attention,” he says, no emotion on his face or in his voice. “The
first order of business the three of us need to discuss is the Morning-After pill.” He takes a seat, still in his expensive suit for the office, and slowly loosens his tie. He leans back and pulls a small bag from the drugstore out of his black sport jacket and tosses it to the bed. “If I had known you weren’t on the pill I would’ve made sure you took this days ago… after the airplane fiasco. You know, Sophia, my darling daughter, if you’re already pregnant, this isn’t going to help you.”
I exhale, look down at the bag, and make a wish that it would disappear.
“And Cove, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re purposely trying to get my daughter pregnant. Is that right? That’s your plan so I’ll let her go, correct?”
“Paul… no.” Cove shakes his head, his hand full of blood as he puts pressure on the deep slice across the bottom of his foot. I’m horrified that my father did this, and that the knife is still out and next to his hand. I take the pillowcase off my pillow and carefully wrap Cove’s foot. He winces until I’m finished and we both sit and look at the evil that’s before us.
“Paul, I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” Cove whispers. “She’s beautiful… your daughter’s beautiful, warm and kind, interesting, smart, and I love her.”
“How sweet,” Dayne replies from the doorway. “You two gonna kiss and make up now? And then all is well, and we have to go through all this again with this fucker. I’m tired of it. Same old story. Star fucks up, we beat him up, he apologizes and it starts all over again. This is bullshit. If you don’t get him out of here, I will. I can make him disappear, and Leondra won’t be able to do a thing about it. Screw her and this dumbass. He’s not a Star anymore, Paul, and you know it. End it, or I will.”
My father looks at him and smiles. He folds his hands and turns the chair toward the door. “You done, Dayney Boy?”
“Fuck you, Paul,” Dayne growls. “Get them the fuck out of here so we can get back to business. They’re wasting too much of our time.”
My father continues to smile, slowly rocking in the chair. “Why don’t you sit down and join the three of us for this conversation. You may be pleasantly surprised by what I have to say.”
Dayne hesitates, but then strolls into the room and leans against the back of the sofa by the fireplace. He crosses his arms and feet, never taking his eyes off Cove.
My father turns back to us and continues to speak. It’s eerie how calm he is. The guy just knifed someone and yet he reclines with steady hands and a grin. Sadistic fuck.
“So I got it for you, it’s what you asked for, now take it. I want to watch you swallow it.”
“Dad, please. I don’t know if…”
“You don’t know what? Whether or not you’re ready to have a kid? Trust me… take the pill. They’re not worth it.”
My eyes well with tears from his words.
“Cove, get her a glass of water. Do it quickly. We have more important things to discuss and I don’t feel like sitting in this room for hours with the two of you.”
Cove rises and limps to the back hall where the kitchenette is. I hear the faucet and watch him hobble back into bed. He hands me the glass and I open the bag. I tear the box open with shaky hands and pop the pill out of its package. It falls to the comforter and blends in with the botanical pattern. My hand slides across the silky material in search of the contraception. I feel it roll under my palm and place it in my mouth before I change my mind. I’m not going to argue with a psychopath. He’ll probably knife me too, or worse, take his anger for me out on Cove. Why is his voice so calm? What’s wrong with him?
I swallow and place the glass on the side table. Cove sighs and places his hand over mine.
“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you actually swallowed it.”
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue then cross my arms in defense.
“Second round of business. The Keep.”
Cove’s hand shakes over mine and he shifts on the bed.
“Cove, my little Star. Why don’t you tell Dayne and Sophia who the final bidder was?”
He takes a deep breath, swallows hard, clears his throat to speak, but doesn’t answer.
Dayne steps forward and pulls out his gun. “I know who it was, Paul. My father always gets the highest bid. He’s the top bidder, and final bidder, for all new high end products. Has been since this company started. And you, Star,” Dayne seethes, and points the gun at him. “You fucked him.”
I watch my father raise his hand toward Dayne in a request for self-control.
“Cove Everton,” my father says, his hand still raised. “What did you hear in that earpiece? Tell them.”
He swallows again and grips my hand tight. “I heard your request, Paul.”
“So, you fucked me then. Not David Rosen.”
“Wait a second,” Dayne takes a step closer, and lowers his gun. “How did you outbid my father? No, Paul,” Dayne shakes his head. “Why did you outbid my father… why would you disrespect him and spend money on these two little fucks? Have you lost your mind? I mean, three grand is like a dime to us, but still. What the fuck?”
My father stands and looks Dayne in the eye. “Why don’t you go back to your side of the house and spend some time with your sweetheart. You heard what you needed to hear, now get out.”
He laughs at my father’s words, and I think we’re all in disbelief by my father’s abhorrent behavior. “Paul,” Dayne continues to laugh. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of my relationship with Mera?”
“She’s a house whore Dayne, and no, that’s not what this is about.”
“Sounds like it to me. What, you want her? You can have practically any woman. Why her?”
“Fuck off,” says my father through clenched teeth. “This is about taking control of my company and nothing else.”
“So you needed to knock my father out of the highest bid because you’re insecure? You feel like a big powerful man now, Paulie? You do remember he helped us get this company off the ground, don’t you?”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Cove’s still, and I think he’s got the right idea. It’s best to stay quiet and maybe they’ll forget we’re even here. There go the two alpha males again, at each other’s throats. They stand, chests back, Dayne’s arms folded in defense, my father’s fists clenched at his sides, and they both stare at one another. Animals. Nostrils flare and the testosterone levels rise in the room.
“I’ll leave you to your children, Paul. Your babies. But this isn’t over.”
“No, it’s not,” replies my father. “Call Trey. Tell him I have a stitch job. Get him up here.”
“I’m fine,” Cove responds. “I don’t need stitches.”
My father turns his back to Dayne and returns to the leather chair. Dayne looks down at his gun and over at Paul’s head, his thoughts obvious to all. Even my father can sense what’s happening behind him.
Dayne mutters something under his breath as he leaves the room, taking the tension that’s been in the air with him.
“Let’s continue,” my father grins. “Cove, you fucked me.”
Cove fidgets again and I lean close to him to offer support. I touch his forearm and place my head against his shoulder.
“Yes, I know,” Cove responds in a militant tone. “Can we discuss this without Sophia in the room?”
“You’re a linked product right now, so no. Plus you know better than to ask such a thing.”
“Fucking hell, Dad,” I whine. “A linked product?”
“Tell me why,” he asks Cove. “My bid was fair. I only wanted the side-by-side fuck on the floor, and then a request to turn her for the wheelbarrow. All you had to do was get her on all fours and pick her up by the waist so her feet and legs were off the floor.”
“Paul… I….”
“I’m not finished,” my father interrupts. “You know full well if David Rosen had won that bet, and I wouldn’t have stepped in, that he would’ve made you smack her a few ti
mes, then proceed into an anal rape scene.”
“What?” I lean forward. “Holy hell, are you serious? Cove?” I look at him and he nods.
“It’s what he likes, Soph,” Cove replies.
“Dad, you changed that last bid for me? Why? Why do you care?” He doesn’t respond, and I feel it’s because Cove is in the room, or someone else. Dayne maybe? Or Carl. Maybe they’re listening. “What would you have done if the Rosens’ father had won the bet?” I turn and ask Cove.
“The same thing I ended up doing. Something happened in there, and it was all over at that point. It doesn’t matter who had the last bid, it would’ve ended the same no matter what. The last moment in there was ours.”
My father lets out a low bellow from deep in his gut and shakes his head. “You raped her mouth. Just like you did back in St. Louis. How is that any different then what David Rosen would’ve had you do?”
“I was the one who told him what to do. He was listening to me.”
My father ignores my comment and continues on. “What I requested would’ve been easier on her than what you did.” He leans back with a look of disappointment. “Now tell me. Tell me why you slighted me,” my father demands, with his hand on the knife.
“Oh Jesus,” Cove exhales as Trey walks in the room with a small metal box. He sits on the end of the bed, in front of my father, and takes Cove’s foot in his hand. He places it under his arm and begins to unwrap the pillowcase.
Cove grips my hand and winces as Trey opens the wound to see how deep it is.
“Ha, fuck Paul. That’s a good slice this time. Nice and straight too.”
“Stitches?” my father asks.
“Oh yeah. There’s no way around ‘em. You’re down to the muscle. There’ll be some balance issues with that,” Trey responds, as he opens the box and threads a needle. “We’ve got some absorbable sutures going into you, Star. You won’t have to see me again to take them out. How’s that sound?” he asks, as I watch the curved needle puncture his bloody skin. Cove cries out and grips the comforter.
“Aaew! Fuck!”