by Olivia Harp
“You seem kind of oblivious today,” her mom said, taking the dishes away to the kitchen.
“Just leave them on the sink, I’ll deal with them later.”
“Nonsense, dear, you made the whole meal.”
“Did you really make it, Jules?” Her father asked.
He always asked her that question when he tasted some of her cooking.
“Yes, dad,” she replied with a laugh.
“She’s ready for marriage,” her mom joked from the kitchen.
Julie rolled her eyes, ignoring what she said.
“No one deserves her,” her dad said, “no one.”
“Charles, you want her to be alone her whole life?”
“Mom, I’m not alone, I have lots of friends.”
“That doesn’t count.”
Oh God, this talk again.
“What about Trey? He’s handsome.”
He heart almost stopped.
“Trey?”
“I trust him,” her dad said, “he’s a hard worker.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“Julie!” Her mom cried from the kitchen, she still couldn’t believe her daughter said cuss words.
“Well, he is!”
“How so?” His father continued.
“Too full of himself.”
“Well, darling, he’s young and has money and a good job. Maybe he’s just confident. “
“Can we stop talking about this, please? The evening was going so well, I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Yes, dear,” her mother said, coming back from the kitchen, drying her hands, “we just want you to be happy.”
“I am.”
There was a brief silence in the room. Her father kept nodding, then he and her mother shared a look.
It was cute to see them do it… but worrisome at the same time. They wanted to say something but couldn’t find an opening to just say it.
“Tell me.”
“What?”
“Tell me what’s on your mind dad. Mom. You come here every week and this is the first time you’re acting weird.”
“No, it’s fine, really.”
“So, what’s happening?”
Her mother smiled and sat down again. Damn, and I thought they were leaving.
“Julie, you know you can tell us anything, right?”
“Sure.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
What the hell?
“No,” she said, buying time. His father was a powerful man, he could easily know everything about anyone if he wanted to. Get all their info so he could use it to his advantage. He wouldn’t do that to me.
“No one at all?” Her father continued. “You can tell me.”
“I don’t follow…”
“Well,” her mom started, “you’re not seeing anyone, you didn’t date anyone in Florence—”
“I did, it just didn’t feel right.”
“That’s what I mean,” her father said, “no one ever feels right. Not even Trey, you don’t even consider dating him at all.”
“Well, I told you! I don’t want—”
“Calm down dear,” her Mom said, holding her hand, “we just want you to know that you can tell us with anything.”
What? She needed to see if they knew about Remy. This was too weird.
Charles looked at her square in the eyes, his face half worried, half expecting her to tell him the truth.
“Okay?” she blurted out, not really understanding what they wanted her to say.
Her father looked at her mom sideways, licked his lips and sighed.
“Anything you want to say, we will still love you…”
“Dad, what are you talking about?”
“Your father wants to know if you’re gay.”
She choked on her own saliva. This was even more surprising than them wanting to match her with Trey.
“What?” She yelled, “You think I like girls?”
“Well, you and Nina are inseparable, and she’s pretty—”
“Dad! Nina’s had more boyfriends than everyone else I know combined! What makes you think—”
“We’re just asking, dear!”
“No, mom! Of course I’m not gay!”
“Well… we thought—”
” I like men, okay?”
She heard it. Upstairs. Remy was trying to mute his laughter. She couldn’t believe it. First her parents and now this. She should bring him down and introduce him to them, maybe that would shut them up.
“Don’t be mad. We were just curious.”
Laughter again, it was muted, but she was no longer sure their parents wouldn’t hear him—
“Do you hear that?” Charles asked, and she faked a coughing fit.
Her mother rose from her seat trying to help her but Julie stopped her.
“Honey, are you all right?”
Julie cleared her throat and finally spoke.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s fine, thanks for asking.”
Another silence. She was so worried Remy would burst out laughing again it almost made her laugh. It would be the end of the world, for sure, but this whole night had been so ridiculous it wouldn’t be a surprise.
Her mother put her arm on her dad’s back.
“Well, darling, shall we?”
He checked his watch, “yikes, it’s already past eleven. We need to go.”
She stood up and made sure they didn’t notice how she was almost rushing them out. They hugged and kissed her good night, the driver brought their Lexus to the house.
She wanted to scream. Really? She needed to date a bazillion guys for them to be happy?
“Darling, one more thing,” her father said, turning around before she closed the door, “there’s a baptism early tomorrow. A few important people are invited. Please make sure you arrive at the church at nine in the morning.”
“Dad, I need to go to work.”
“I know, but we have some people we want you to meet, old family friends, you can bring Nina if you want.”
“She’s busy.”
“We knew you’d say that,” her Mom said, “that’s why we invited Trey.”
“What?”
“He asked us to, and he’s loyal, I’m sure you’ll like him, once you get to know him.”
“Dad! I said I have to go to work!”
This was too much. They couldn’t just try to match her with that idiot —or anyone, for that matter— and get away with it.
“No. I’m your boss and CEO of our little business and I’m telling you: you’ll be there at nine. Wear your work clothes if you want.”
“So you’re not asking.”
“I’m telling you as your boss dear. You have all night to cry about it.”
She was seething.
Her mom blew her a kiss, “I tried to make him change his mind dear, but you’re not gay, remember? I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
Her father kissed her forehead and walked to his vehicle, “good night, dear.”
Yeah, thanks for ruining it for me.
“Good night, Charles,” she said, closing the door.
Chapter 17
Julie
Julie walked back to her room feeling drained. Her parents had never been so overbearing. This was new. Maybe it was some kind of middle age crisis or something. They were way past middle age though. But still, what the heck was up with that.
What a waste of a perfectly good morning. She would have to call Veronica, and let her know she was coming in late.
She climbed the stairs and saw Remy standing by her door.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
He walked to her, opening his arms. She held him hard. She was tired of all the bullshit.
“You heard what they said?”
“Only when you started yelling.”
“They’re crazy.”
“You should have told them who you’re dating.”
She slapped his chest, “they can’t e
ver know about this.”
“We’ll see what happens.”
“I mean it, Remy, my dad will kill you. Really kill you, you know that.”
He sighed.
“All right.”
She grabbed his hand and led him to her room. She was ready to just lie down and forget about everything.
“They still want to control my life.”
“They’re just worried about you. It will pass.”
“I’m going to a baptism tomorrow morning.”
“Cool.”
“With Trey.”
She lay on the bed, frustrated as hell. Remy lay besides her, looking at the ceiling.
“It’s not like a date or anything, right?”
“No, but my parents seem to want him for me, who knows how he’s going to act.”
“Just be yourself. He has to understand. I really doubt he’ll cross the line with your family so close.”
“You’re not jealous?”
He gave her a peck on the lips.
“I’m fucking going mad with jealousy, to be honest.”
“Liar.”
He grabbed her hair.
“I swear. But I want you to go and show him how you belong to me.”
The words made her shiver.
“So this is real. We’re doing this.”
“Yes.”
“It’s going to end up badly.”
“I’ll take the risk.”
“Me too.”
“We will be okay.”
She smiled.
“A secret relationship, then?”
“We’ll see how it goes for now.”
“I like it, it’s so… kinky.”
Her eyes narrowed, the idea didn’t sound so bad after all, it was an adventure. And maybe he was right. They’d make it work.
“So,” Remy said quietly, “are you gay or not?”
“Stop!” She yelled, grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it.
“You want me to prove it you?”
“Would love to.”
“So soon after…”
She eyed his mid section teasingly. Remy grabbed her hand and placed it over his manhood. He was probably harder than a couple of hours ago.
“Want to go again?” He asked, jokingly, “I mean, just to be sure.”
She hopped on him, still fully dressed. Rubbing her center against his rod.
“You’re bad,” she said.
“I’m the worst,” he replied, grabbing her hair and bringing her closer to him.
He kissed her softly, differently than before. This was a boyfriend’s kiss.
Boyfriend. The word almost made her laugh. It sounded so cheesy. Remy was her boyfriend.
At the same time, it sounded so great. She’d found someone she could talk to and be crazy and for some reason he brought out the best in her… along with fulfilling fantasies so dark she didn’t even know she had.
She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly at first, but as soon as she saw his rock hard chest and a hint of his abs, she couldn’t help herself.
She took it away as fast as she could, then touched him. He made her feel protected. He was a jealous man, she could see the small vein in his forehead swell when she told him about Trey.
“I’ll give you something to remember me tomorrow,” he said.
“Yes, Remy.”
His cock got even harder. What kind of man could do that? Was he ever satisfied?
“I told you to be wary when you said my name,” he said, “now I’ll have to make you yell it.”
She bit her lip, still rubbing her sex against his bulge. She didn’t know she could be like this. Like a wild beast, too.
It wasn’t a physical thing only, their very souls seemed to be entwined.
His hands went up and grazed her face, his eyes focused on hers. No one had ever looked at her like that. Not only full of desire, but lo—
No.
She wouldn’t say it. It was so stupid. She liked him a lot. And he was the same with her. They would have to see.
“I missed you,” he said, “I couldn’t be without you any longer.”
She kissed him again, his mouth perfect and soft and sweet. His tongue found her and her body trembled.
He lifted her in the air for a second and then laid her on her bed. She didn’t even have time to gasp.
He gave her another kiss and slid her shirt off, enjoying every second of it. She wore a black bra, sexy enough for the occasion. She changed it before dinner.
His hands explored her stomach, then her chest and arms, goose bumps filled her skin. She gasped, his hands grazed her body as if she was a fragile, precious crystal. But his eyes… they were full of intensity, his look could bring her to orgasm if he wanted to.
He undid her bra with his left hand and explored her from her thighs to her back to her neck. She was ready.
He brought her down, going over her, still kissing her. His touch began to change, from tender and careful to wild and primal. He couldn’t stop himself now. She was at his mercy.
“Take me,” she whispered, his hands grabbing her wrists and placing them over her head.
“Not yet,” he replied, kissing and sucking and biting her breasts, sending waves of pleasure, rippling through her body.
She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure of the moment.
Where have you been my whole life?
He kept going down, now on her waist, below her navel. She didn’t move her hands. She was going to be his tonight. She would surrender to his desires…
Her juices flowed like never before. The previous times they had been together were incredible. Full of passion, lust, want.
This one was different. Slower. It wasn’t driven by mere lust. It was more than that. They hadn’t seen each other for two days and now their bodies reacted as if it had been a lifetime.
He will be the end of me.
She knew, as he softly kissed her inner thighs, that nothing else would ever come close to this.
She moaned.
“I missed your taste,” he said, his tongue rolling up and down, up and down her slit.
Remy was taking his time. Her whole body shivered once again, burning hot, driven by passion.
She was drenched, and each drop of lust between her thighs was his. Her mind was blank. The electric sensation of an orgasm built up until she was ready to explode, her moans turned into yells, louder and louder each time. He’d taken her this far, now she wanted him inside. She wanted to take him in, to feel his warm seed inside of her for a second time.
She was seconds away from orgasming.
“No,” he said, “not yet.”
Her heart thundered so hard in her chest. His tongue grazed her nub again, letting another moan escape her lips. This was torture.
“I’m going to make you want me all day tomorrow,” he said.
Here it was, this was his revenge. He was keeping her on the edge of exploding. I’m going to go mad. But she couldn’t do anything about it. She was his.
“Please,” she muttered, without even wanting to.
“No.”
Her body tensed, ready to finish, she just needed another—
There it was. She yelled and brought her hands to his head, grinding his face on her slit, exploding harder than ever, his mouth and tongue tasting her center and her juices and her lust.
She couldn’t stop yelling, this was the hardest she’d come in her life.
When she came back from heaven, she was grinding his face on her slit. And his eyes… she couldn’t decide whether they had lust in them or something else. She didn’t want to admit it but this was the best one yet, and she’d given him everything she had.
Remy lifted her by the waist and placed her above him. His eyes still locked with hers.
He’d done it so easily, as if she weighted nothing. He pulled her hair back and kissed her neck.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, not a shred of doubt in his voice. He knew it, and she
knew it too.
But she didn’t reply.
“Say it.”
She shook her head. She wasn’t going to give say it so easily.
He tenderly moved aside and she lowered herself on the bed. A contrast to the restrained, lustful fury in his eyes. He wanted to hear her say he was her man.
Remy grabbed her wrists again and placed them below her breasts. His bulge pressed hard against the fabric of his jeans.
His cock was ready for her.
His other hand grazed her ear, her neck, her breasts. He was doing it again. For some reason, being trapped by this beast of a man drove her wild with passion.
There was nothing she could do to escape.
He took off his belt and tied her wrists with it, the high quality leather felt as if it was made for that.
“If you’re not going to say you’re mine, I’ll make you scream it.”
Her neighbors. None of them really knew her. This side of her. It was driving her crazy. It was as if she’d kept it hidden, just for it to burst out in the open just for him. Deep down, she wanted everyone to know she belonged to Remy.
His pants were off, and the sight of his cock against the thin fabric of his dark blue underwear was almost too much for her.
She couldn’t believe she wanted him to take her with that giant cock. It hurt her and transformed her into what she was now. Hungry for him, all the time.
Yes, she wanted to scream his name.
He placed his shaft on her center. She closed her eyes. It was hot and big and she wanted it inside. But he just slid it around, drenching it with her juices.
His tip caressed her button for a second and she moaned. It was an involuntary reflex. Something so instinctual she couldn’t control it.
He looked away, grabbed his pants and searched in his pockets.
“It’s okay,” she said, understanding what he was doing, “I’m on the pill.”
He smiled, bringing his manhood to her center again and placing his cockhead on her entrance.
Fuck.
She was laying face up, her hands tied and her legs spread open for him. She’d wanted this since the last time they saw each other.
His cock never pulled away from her center. She was trembling again.
“You’re going to say you’re mine, forever,” he whispered in her ear and softly slid inside of her.
She gasped, a brief flash of pain exploded in her sex, followed by the delicious feeling of Remy entering her slowly, filling her completely, it’s too big.