by Bella Grant
“Well, I’ll think about it, okay? Mr. Carpenter has been so good to me,” I hedged. “I like the idea of wearing clothes all the time, though.”
His brilliant smile captured my eyes. “You could start when you’re ready. Maybe after Thanksgiving?”
“What kind of job is it?”
“Administrative assistant. You won’t actually be assigned to anyone in particular, just called when you’re needed. When you aren’t helping a supervisor, you’ll file or whatever. That’s why you’ll have time to study,” Eliot mused. He wiggled his eyebrows at me as he rose and walked around the table. He lifted me off my chair and wrapped his arms around me. “And I’ll be honest, if you want to be my ‘personal assistant’ sometimes, I won’t say no.”
“You’re a scamp,” I told him.
“Will you think about it?”
“I will, I promise.” My arms, which had been wrapped around his neck, slipped down so I could grab his ass and haul him against me. “How about you convince me?”
“Are you saying if I fuck you good you’ll work for me?”
I shrugged, batting my eyelashes playfully at me. “Maybe.”
“How about if you fuck me good, you can become a kept woman?” Eliot grinned, winking.
“A kept woman. I’d be pretty damn expensive to keep, you know,” I told him as I massaged his ass and felt the pressure of his huge cock against me.
“I think I’d manage,” he told me, his eyes half closed in his arousal.
He lowered his head and kissed me, and just like the first time, the electricity flowed through me like lightning through a conductor. Every kiss was equally electrifying, and I wanted more and more of them. I tilted my head to the side so our kiss could deepen. His tongue slipped into my mouth and tangled with mine, and his hands pulled at the hem of my t-shirt.
I raised my arms and he lifted it slowly until my arms were trapped in the soft cloth. With a grin, he held my arms above my head as his mouth attacked my neck, collarbone, and finally, my bare breasts. I rarely wore a bra when we were alone. I knew what we would be doing by the end of the evening.
One nipple was sucked into his not-so-gentle mouth, and he tantalized me with his free hand, pinching and pulling on the other nipple. He backed us up until we were against the wall, but still, he didn’t free my hands or my hardened nipples. The pleasurable pain leaped through my body, landing in my groin, and I felt the wetness begin to leak down my thighs as he continued the onslaught of ecstasy. When I moaned, he sucked harder and slipped his hand inside my pants.
The wetness soaked his hand, and he murmured nonsensical words around my nipple. He raised his hand and stood to his full height, looking down at me. He slipped his fingers into my pussy, and I sighed, enjoying the fullness. When he pulled out, I looked at him, confused, until his finger prodded my lips. I opened my mouth and licked my wetness off the tips. He shivered, moaned, and yanked me away from the wall. He tossed me over his shoulder, slapped my ass, and carried me to my bedroom.
I squealed and laughed, nearly falling off his shoulder as he hurried down the hall. He tossed me on the bed and attacked my jeans, jerking them down my legs along with my panties and tossing them across the room. He grabbed my legs and jerked me to the edge of the bed, kneeling before I could do anything other than lay there. His mouth was on my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit, and his lips sucking immediately after. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch him.
His eyes met mine, and he lifted his mouth and stuck his tongue out so I could watch him. I stared, entranced, watching as the sensations matched the movements of his tongue. I’d never been a voyeur, never had the chance to be, but watching him pleasure me, tease my clit, drive me mad with sensation after sensation, I realized the magnetic desire to do so. My head fell back with a scream as my juices gushed out of my body and all over his face.
He licked the juices off my lips and inner thighs, then raised up and lay on top of me. I grabbed his head and held him so I could lick the sticky wetness from his mouth. He kissed me, letting me feel his tongue, taste myself on him, and my hormones practically exploded. I wanted him inside me.
I shoved him off and grabbed his jeans, nearly ripping the button off in my haste to get him naked. I climbed off the bed and yanked the jeans off, holding onto the hem of each leg. He tried to lift his hips, and I giggled at the awkward position he was in as the jeans finally slipped off, causing me to fall backwards, though not to the floor.
“Get that shirt off,” I ordered, pointing at him.
“Yes, ma’am!” he yelled, jerking it off and throwing it into the pile of clothes around my room.
When I bent to take him in my mouth, he grabbed my waist and tossed me onto the bed. His body covered mine, and his lips attached to mine, kissing me until my world was him alone. He lifted up on his arms, holding himself aloft so he could look down at me. He shifted his body, kneeing my legs open, which I curled around his back to hold him in place. When his cock entered my pussy, we simultaneously closed our eyes, lost in the feeling of perfection.
He opened his eyes and looked into mine, remaining still as we looked at each other. All the love I felt for him, I hoped he could see in my eyes. I saw his love for me in his, and though we were attached, ready to make wild, abandoned love, I felt tears prick the back of my eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, I repeated as we stared, mesmerized by each other.
“Randi, I love you,” he said after a moment.
I gasped, and one tear slipped through my resistance. “I love you, too, Eliot.”
The smile he bestowed on me was positively angelic, like no smile I’d ever seen. His heart shone in that smile and lit me like the sun after a dark night. I returned the smile, hoping to give him the same feeling. His eyes told me he felt equally loved.
He moved his hips, pushing balls-deep and pulling out until only the tip was inside me. I used my legs to hold him steady, then wrenched his body to mine so that his cock pounded into my pussy. With a steely gaze into my eyes, he began to thrust hard and fast, pushing against my body so that we scooted across the bed. My head draped over the other side, and I let it stay there while he pounded relentlessly into my body, grunting with the effort to make me come.
“Harder! Eliot!” I screamed, pumping my hips up and down to meet his thrusts.
He let out a triumphant yell when I screamed his name, and he cried out my name when he came, pumping continuously until my walls stopped clenching and his cock was emptied of seed. Once we were both spent, he fell on top of me as we panted, breathless, as our bodies returned to their normal state.
After a moment, I pushed on him, grunting. He lifted his body off and said, “Oh, damn. Sorry, babe.” He rolled off me, and I sucked in a breath.
“You’re heavy,” I mused, stifling my giggle.
He poked my ribs, making me laugh out loud. “Shut up.” He rose and padded to the bathroom, smiling over his shoulder at me. “Hey, mind if I stay the night?”
“Of course not, but I have an early class,” I informed him. “No 2 a.m. fuck sessions.” I heard the shower start and hurried to the bathroom. “Did you hear what I said?” I asked as he climbed into the shower.
He glanced out the curtain and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Get in here and wear me out so I sleep through the night.” He grabbed my wrist and yanked me in, our laughter blending in a perfect harmony.
*****
I thought about Eliot’s offer the next day during classes. I had another year of nursing school, which really wasn’t that long, but did I want to be a stripper for another year? I had to admit that it didn’t sound appealing in the least. Yes, Mr. Carpenter had been good to me. And my best friend worked there, but probably not for much longer. I contemplated office work in a medical field, sort of. Research, anyway. I wanted to talk to him about working in the lab as an assistant rather than as a secretary.
I got home around 4:30, hurrying to my apartment to escape the humidity that was still killing Atlanta
, even though it was November. Mr. Jacobson was exiting the apartment next door, where the occupants were clearly not at home. I frowned, wondering if he’d been in mine. He turned abruptly and stared at me, and an immediate discomfort flitted through my mind. A creepiness only that man had inspired in me.
“Hello.” Even his voice was creepy.
“Hi, Mr. Jacobson,” I replied, averting my eyes from his as I put my key in the keyhole.
“How’s your new boyfriend?” he asked.
When I looked at him again, he stared at me—furiously, as if I had done something wrong. I couldn’t remember seeing him when Eliot was with me, but that just meant I was too involved with Eliot to pay attention to my surroundings.
“He’s fine, thanks.” I opened my door and tried to step in, but he asked another question.
“Think you’ll marry him?”
I turned, my face scrunched in astonishment. “Um, that’s really none of your business, Mr. Jacobson.”
He glared at me. “Just checking on you. Making sure you don’t do something stupid.”
“Don’t worry, I can take care of myself. Been doing it a long time,” I told him hotly, my attitude spiking to a rudeness I hadn’t used with him before. My voice was scathing when I said, “Have a good day.”
He watched me walk into my apartment. I locked the door—both bolts so he couldn’t use his key to get in. I dumped my bag on the table and bent to pick up my cat. “Snickers, that man is awful.” Snickers purred in my ear, licked my eyebrow, and pushed on my chest until he fell to the floor so he could howl for his dinner. “Yeah, okay.”
I dug in the cabinet for his food and put two spoonfuls into his bowl. I scooped up his water bowl and filled it as well before heading to the bathroom for a shower. With two tests in the next two days, I had a lot of studying to do and wanted to be comfortable. Eliot and I weren’t seeing each other until the next night because I had so much studying to do. If he was here, we would end up fucking.
I giggled as I stepped under the water, letting it run over my body. I washed my body and hair, careful to use the conditioner I splurged on every month. The aloe extract was especially good for my hair. I left it in for a few minutes, letting the hot water ease the ridiculous amount of stress on my shoulders. With a sigh, I climbed out, dried my body, and hung the towel on the drying bar. I paraded through my apartment naked, walking to the kitchen for the one glass of wine I would allow myself before I got to work.
Eliot, bless him, had stocked my fridge with four different kinds of wine, so I chose a sweet red, my favorite, and sighed with happiness as the tart taste hit my tongue. I meandered to my bedroom, set my glass on the bedside table, and flopped down on the bed for a ten-minute rest. I grabbed my phone and set a timer so I didn’t fall asleep.
I stared at the ceiling and willed my body to relax. I sat up and sipped my wine, then lay back down, comfortable in my nudity. As I stared at the ceiling, I saw a small flashing light on a black circular object mounted near the fire alarm. I’d never noticed it before and wondered what it was. I tilted my head for a better angle, frowning, and got up to investigate. I threw on a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top before grabbing a chair from the kitchen so I could reach it.
Once I placed the chair beneath the strange object, I climbed up and stared at it without touching. It wasn’t a Wi-Fi device, I was sure of that. The object was made of plastic, and as I inspected it more closely, I realized it had a lens. It was mounted to the ceiling through a hole, so I jumped off the chair and hurried to the kitchen for my hammer.
My stomach clenching at what I knew it had to be, I used the hammer and carefully broke the drywall around the object. As I had suspected, a camera popped out of the hole I’d made. Several wires were attached to it, and I had no way of knowing who had put it there. But I did know it worked. Without hesitation, I jumped down, leaving the damn thing hanging from the ceiling.
I reached for my phone when a knock sounded on my door. My finger hovered over the send button, but the pounding continued, now louder. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole, phone still in hand. Mr. Jacobson was on the other side. Son of a bitch! He had been the first suspect in my mind once I realized what the thing was, and now, he was knocking on my door mere moments after I’d found it.
“What?” I asked through the door, watching him.
“I need to come in. One of the fire alarms has been triggered,” he said impatiently.
“There’s no fire, and I hear nothing. Go away,” I told him.
“Open the door, Randi.” His voice was menacing and cruel.
“Hell no. I’m calling the cops! Is that your camera, you son-of-a-bitch?!” I yelled as I pushed send. The other end rang twice, and the dispatcher answered. “Yes, I found a camera installed in my bedroom at the apartment complex where I live.”
“That doesn’t constitute an emergency, ma’am,” the woman said. “Please call the local number for the police.”
“Don’t call the police, you stupid bitch!” Jacobson screamed. He began pounding on the door with what sounded like an ax.
“Oh my God! He’s trying to get through the door!” I yelled into the phone as I rushed back to my bedroom and slammed the door. “The man—the maintenance man for the apartments, he set up the camera and is trying to get in!”
“Okay, ma’am, I hear him. I’m dispatching the nearest police officer to your address.” She rattled off my address, which she’d garnered from my phone number. “Is that correct?”
“Yes. Oh my God, please hurry! He has a weapon of some sort,” I told her as panic seized my body. I looked around like a little girl trapped in hell. “Should I go out the window?”
“Is it a one story?”
“Yes.”
“If you can escape safely, do so.”
The sound of silence filled my apartment. “Wait. He’s not banging anymore.” I put my ear to the bedroom door, then screamed and threw myself back, dropping my phone when he began pounding on the bedroom door.
I couldn’t find my phone quickly, so I hurried to the window and jerked it open. I popped the screen out and attempted to climb out, but I’d forgotten about the abundance of bushes. There was no room for me. I stared at the door as it rattled in its door frame and decided a body covered in scratches was better than a body hacked to pieces by whatever weapon Jacobson was carrying.
I climbed out the window, staying as close to the wall as I could. Just as I reached the corner, I heard my door burst open, so I pushed through the last of the bushes, ripping my face, chest, and arms as I did so. I ran around to the front of the building, looking in every direction for help when, strangely, I saw Eliot.
“Eliot!” I screamed.
Eliot
Even though we had agreed not to see each other, I had decided while at work to drop off her favorite takeout and leave her to her studying. She didn’t always eat when she was studying, which drove me insane. As I reached into the passenger seat, I heard her scream.
“Eliot!”
I jerked upright and nearly lost my mind with fear. She raced across the parking lot towards me, her hair wet and loose, her tank top torn, and her perfect skin marred with awful scratches.
“Randi! What the hell happened?” I ran to her and grabbed her arms, making sure she wasn’t seriously injured.
“That bastard put a camera in my bedroom! I found it, and he broke down my door with an ax! I had to escape out the window!” Randi yelled, her words breathless as she watched the front door of her apartment, which I realized was hanging on the hinges, shredded by the ax.
Just as the man appeared in the doorway like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, two cop cars roared into the parking lot, sirens blaring. Randi and I pointed simultaneously to the door, where the man stood holding the ax. Both officers flung themselves out of their cars, guns drawn. I grabbed Randi and jerked her to my car, pushing her down behind it.
“Freeze! Drop the weapon!”
Jac
obson dropped the ax which, upon closer inspection, had blood on it. The officers ran to him and shoved him to the ground. They cuffed him, lifted him, and walked him to the closest car.
“I left you a present, Randi!” he called, winking at her before the officer shoved him into the back seat.
I felt her heaving a second before she jerked away and threw up behind my car. I held her hair back as the officers walked to us.
“She okay?” the tall one asked.
“I’m fine,” she grumbled as she sat up and wiped her mouth. She looked at me. “Do you have a jacket or something in your car?”
“Here, take my shirt,” I told her as I took off my dress shirt. I wore an undershirt, and I could tell she was uncomfortable in the torn tank top.
“I’ll ruin it. I’m bleeding,” she sniffled. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed as I wrapped it around her. When she opened her eyes, evidence of tears had vanished.
“I don’t care, baby,” I whispered.
“Ma’am, can you talk to us? We need to know what happened.”
“Yes, but I want to go check on my cat. I think he killed him,” Randi murmured as she pushed past them.
I grabbed her arm. “Babe, please, let one of the officers check. You don’t need that.”
She stared at me, prepared to argue, when the short, round officer said, “Ma’am, I’ll go check while you give Officer Dalton your statement.”
Randi nodded, but while she answered the questions, she stared at the door to her apartment. She told Officer Dalton what had happened, and I felt sicker and sicker as I listened. What if he had reached her before she got out the window? My stomach hurt by the time he’d finished.
“Do I have to come to the station?” Randi asked, shivering when the other officer walked out of the apartment towards them.
“We will need a formal statement, and we’ll need to get into his apartment to check for recordings.”
“I can help with that,” a man announced. “I own this complex. One of my tenants called about the commotion.” He looked at Randi. “What happened?”