I moved my fingers off of her clit and instead began to play with her puckered little back opening, keeping my cock going in and out, slick with her arousal. I pushed my thumb in her star-shaped, tight anus and she howled as I fucked her harder, faster.
“You like?” I asked.
“I---ooooh-I…oh my god…”
I removed my thumb and thrust a finger up to a knuckle in her ass and stopped moving my cock. “Answer the question, Rose.”
She was almost delirious as she pushed against me. “Yes,” she whispered, almost inaudible.
“The fact that I almost didn’t hear you will also cost you.”
But I began to move again, faster, harder and I twisted my one finger in her virgin hole. “No coming,” I ordered.
She panted, close. I spread her cheeks for better access. I was not going to last much longer.
“William. Please.”
Her pleas sent me over the edge, and I knew I would not be able to hold back. I wiggled my finger about in the star-shaped, sweet hole and my cock expanded and began to spurt inside her other. I couldn’t decide if I wanted her to come again too or suffer without.
As my cum began to squirt out of me and into her, I felt her body’s heat rise and heard the panic in her voice. “Please, William. Please. May I come?”
She knew if I didn’t let her come right then, I might not let her at all. I couldn’t decide and just let my cum flow in her, enjoying each second, savoring the relief and pleasure overtaking me.
I stopped coming and relaxed, still and satisfied, my cock not quite soft inside her and kept my finger probing her tight unchartered anus and laughed. “No.” I decided.
I felt a slight tremble in her body as it slumped slightly in defeat. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and felt her anus gripping my finger as if in protest. I laughed heartier as I removed my finger. “You should have admitted how much you liked it. Then maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”
She shuddered and let out a tortured sigh. I knew she ached. I didn’t care. She was too proud.
“Go ahead, Rose. Tell me how much you liked it, and maybe I’ll change my mind. Up on your knees.”
She picked up her hands and positioned herself upright on her knees. I grabbed the front of her neck and pushed the back of her head against my chest. With my other hand I spread the lips between her legs and started to rub her. She liquefied again immediately. I gripped her neck tighter.
“Go ahead. Tell me. Tell me how surprised you are at how good that felt. How dirty it made you feel to like it so much, and I’ll let you come. But only then. Admit it.” I wanted her to fall apart in that moment. Fall apart the way I had.
“William.” She could barely speak with the way I tightened my fingers around her soft, tender neck and rubbed my fingers against her clit. Again I looked down to see her quivering belly muscles and I knew it would be seconds for her to tip.
I removed my wet fingers from between her legs and began to alternate between her nipples, pinching, tickling, pulling them into painful little peaks. She squirmed like a fish unable to get air. “Tell me and this all ends.”
She moaned in agony. “William.” Her voice cracked, desperation gripping her.
“Go on. Tell me.”
I felt a tear on the hand gripping her neck and I twirled a nipple between the fingers of my other. I kissed her neck lightly, breathing her in. She smelled like sin and innocence rolled into one. I nipped at her earlobe and again felt the tremble of desire flooding her body. “Go ahead, baby. Tell me,” I whispered. “It’s okay to admit it.”
“Yes, William. Yes. It felt like nothing I have ever felt. William…please. Yes. Yes.” She whimpered.
“That’s right, sweet Rose. I know.”
“Lie back down.” I felt her exhaustion and I felt a pang of guilt for perhaps pushing her too far. God. What a prick I could be.
“I’m going to make you feel so good so you can rest and find beautiful sleep.”
She lay back and I spread her legs gently and started to lick her throbbing pain away. She squeezed the sheets between her fingers and lifted her pelvis off the bed to push her pussy in my face. I let her and within moments, I held her ass tightly in my hands as my mouth brought her to a shattering orgasm that left her limp. I drew the sheets over her body and kissed her forehead and rose from the bed. She grabbed my hand forcefully.
“Rose,” I admonished.
“Leave me tomorrow but not tonight,” she pleaded. “Do what you must tomorrow. But stay with me tonight.”
Her voice, her eyes, her beauty. I didn’t want to leave her either. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
She waited for my answer. Her cheeks so flushed. Her chest, a red hue from exertion. Her lips, swollen and wet.
“Yes, Rose. Tonight. But in my bed.”
I went to my bedroom to turn down the covers and get on some pajama bottoms. When I went back up to her room, she was putting on her nightgown.
“Rose. You know better. Carry it with you for the morning if you wish. But you will be naked next to me. And I can’t promise what I will do to you in the morning. You want to play with a wolf, you take your chances.”
I picked her up and carried her to my room. I would enjoy this one last night with her and maybe one last morning. After that, I would set her free to find true happiness and I felt like someone had actually punched me hard in the lower stomach. Why did doing the right thing always have to be the hardest?
Chapter Ten
I awoke to Rose wrapped around me like rope tying me in place, and rather than feel suffocated, I felt the exact opposite. I knew it was fleeting. I knew she would be able to find happiness with Mark. And I knew I had to let her go. But not just yet.
Her breasts pushed against me and her legs gripped mine, vice-like, warm. Her smooth skin felt like draped silk over me, her hair covering the top half of her back in a blonde blanket that I wanted to fist in my hands. Such conflicting emotions consumed me when I looked at her. How could something this beautiful, this fragile looking, this delicate make me want to do such forceful, rough, and crude things at the same time that I wanted to protect her.
I needed to get up and get ready for work. I also had a meeting with Anthony to discuss what I was going to do. Confess? Leave my mother to rot in prison for selling heroin? She had loved me once. I knew this. I understood why she might want to plea bargain. It was her only trump card, that story of so many years ago, that story of the richest man in town involved in a cover up, whose son was an accomplice to killing a man, a story that would shine more light on the tobacco industry and their penchant to prey on the young or less fortunate. Hook ‘em early, purposely target them in ads, and you’ve got an addict for life. I understood, as Anthony explained, that she was coaxed, tricked even, under the influence and not able to think clearly.
I couldn’t help but think of her and wonder if she’d changed without drugs and alcohol. I did have some pleasant memories of her. She was beautiful once. I had a snapshot I’d kept in my mind’s eye of her, the way she took my face in her hands when I was very, very young to kiss me on each cheek with a pat on my head and a wave goodbye onto the school bus each morning. There was a time that even though we were poor, every boy wished they had such a pretty mom.
I looked down at the beauty in my bed and smoothed the hair from her face to stare at her before she woke. Only one faint bruise could be made out on her forehead now and I kissed it softly. “I love you, Rose,” I said to myself, barely a whisper as if it were my secret, just as long as nobody heard me. If nobody heard me, I could pretend it wasn’t real. But I knew it was real, as real as it was going to get for me. I even thought I might cry for fuck’s sake if I stared at her any longer.
I got up and quietly walked to open the door and shut it behind me, leaving her in peace to sleep.
“Hey, Stud,” Jennifer teased when I strolled into the kitchen to get some coffee.
“Jesus, Jennifer,” I said startl
ed. I had a slight headache. “Why are you always up so fucking early? Just where do you have to be?”
“I like to start my day early. Yoga. Bills. Grocery shopping. And Rose. Need to give her a full exam, make sure she’s doing okay. I do hope you went easy on her last night?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I poured my coffee and took a long sip. “In fact, did you reschedule the interviews with the other two PAs I had to cancel?”
“Um. Yes. For tomorrow evening. But that was before I knew Rose would come here. You can’t be serious, William. You spent the night with her. Work this out. You have moved beyond PAs now. Don’t you think?”
“No. She needs to be gone by Friday. I can’t give her the love and tenderness she needs, Jennifer. Mark can.”
“Will…”
“Please, Jennifer. I have a headache. I have a long day ahead of me. I know what I’m doing.”
“Fine. But I am so royally pissed at you right now.” She slammed the coffee mug on the counter. “I’m done trying to reason with you. Maybe you’re right. Maybe she is better with Mark,” she snapped.
Why did that actually sting to hear someone else say it?
“But, on a more positive note, I’m working on that other thing you asked me to do. I think I’ve found it.”
“What? Really? Where?”
“Well, when I was researching Rose’s past, her family and…”
Rose appeared in the kitchen, flimsy nightie and all, interrupting our conversation. “Hey,” she whispered. “Am I interrupting?”
“No,” Jennifer said quickly. “In fact, I was just leaving. I want you to rest the entire day, Rose, and then I want to conduct a full exam. Eat a good, healthy breakfast, and then I want you in bed with a movie or a book. Do you understand?”
She smiled in that sweet way that only Rose could. “Yes, Jennifer,” she said sincerely.
“Good. Doctor’s orders. I mean it.” Jennifer turned back to me. “Talk to you later?”
I nodded in the affirmative.
And Jennifer slunk out.
“Can I get you something?” I offered.
She inched closer to me. I saw her lip tremble. “I don’t want you to make me go, William. Thank you for last night.”
God-damn it. This had to stop. I knew who I was and yet, her sweet innocence and natural beauty just wouldn’t let me carelessly cut her off.
“Look at me, Rose. Really look at me.”
“I am,” she whispered. “I have always looked at you. I see you. You think you can hide, but I see you. You, William. And I love you.”
“Rose. Enough! You will leave this Friday. Do you understand me? You lied to me. I’ve done things I need to fix and evaluate. This. Will. Not. Be.”
“Fine,” she said, almost startling me. Why did that hurt too? “Just listen then. For one minute. Just let me explain.”
I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms. “Rose, I have to get to work.”
“I just want you to understand something. When those men approached me, I felt like my whole life would change. They offered to not only pay me up front, but to pay for all of my bills for five years, to pay for me to go back to school, to further my education even more, and to buy me a piano, any piano I wanted. I had no idea who they were when they knocked on my apartment door. But they told me that my grandfather’s death was not accidental, that it was not an electrical fire as the reports had stated. And that they knew the man responsible for his death.”
“I’m pretty sure I get it, Rose. I’ve figured most of this out on my own.”
“Well…I said no to them.”
“Obviously not, Rose.”
“Believe what you want, William. But I said no. At first. You want to know why? Because I didn’t believe you could have been involved once I actually met you at the coffee shop. And I wanted to prove them wrong, especially after you kept coming back. I think I may have loved you even then.”
I laughed. This was ludicrous. “Rose. Do you forget I heard your conversation on the phone with them? Do you forget what happened that night?”
“No. I don’t forget. The day Ralph picked me up, they left me with a phone. They had been watching us the whole time. They said to keep the phone with me. To stay in touch. If they were wrong, no harm done. But if they were right...
“They convinced me that it was my obligation to my grandfather, that getting close to you to find out wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially if it weren’t true. But that I would soon discover the truth, that you would soon show your true colors. And I would finally know the true story of what happened to my grandfather and I could do something about the wrongs that had been committed all those years ago.”
“Well, dear Rose. They were right. On all counts. And I will see to it that you are still paid. After all, you are the reason I am finally going to confess my guilt to this.”
“William. No.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t want their money. And I know. I just know it must be a terrible misunderstanding, a terrible accident.”
“Well, how apropos. I am meeting again with my attorney later today to finally decide on exactly what I’m going to do about all this. So. If you’ll excuse me.” I turned back, even as I willed myself not to. “But let me ask you, Rose. The loss of your virginity. You’d give that up just to entrap me?” The thought of that night, that she would use sex to soften my guard, that she thought I might fall in love with her and I would supply her with all my dirty, dark secrets. It angered me.
“That night was when it all changed for certain for me, William. I had no idea I would ask you to take my virginity right then. I had no idea I would learn so much about myself sexually. I didn’t even really know what I was getting into. At all.”
She was speaking too fast. I worried she was going to work herself into a frenzy. And I worried about her health.
“Rose. You don’t need to say anymore. It’s in the past. We are moving forward, into the future. This is over. There is no need to rehash it.”
“No. Please listen,” she continued. “I wanted you. I knew that night that I loved you for certain. The night you heard me on the phone was only the second time I actually talked to them. I was afraid they were going to keep phoning that night, I was afraid they were going to ruin my entire evening with the agents. So I answered, I finally answered and then just tried to stall them until I could think of what I would say or how I would handle it. So I simply said it wasn’t enough time.
“They were paying all my bills and they wanted to know what I had found out. And I wanted to tell you first. I wanted to tell you so many times. And yet…I just…I…”
“You lied. You just plain lied. And for all I know, you’re lying to me right now.”
“William,” she pleaded. “Please. Try to understand.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I do understand. I don’t even blame you.” Lies? Ha. I was the master of them.
“You don’t? Then? Why can’t we…”
“I’m late, Rose. I care about you. Okay? But that is all. I want you healthy so you can go be with Mark. You can stay the week, longer if Jennifer deems it necessary, but this, whatever this was, is over. You knew that last night. I did not lie to you.”
“Please, William. Did last night mean nothing at all to you? I am no longer your PA. That was just two people. Two lovers. No contract. Just us.”
And then I did the unthinkable. I had to get her to stop with her romantic notions and fairy tales.
“Exactly, Rose. PA. You are no longer mine. In fact, I have a few interviews to conduct this week for a new one. You may be slightly uncomfortable staying here while those are taking place. Please do consider that.”
I knew it was cruel by the way she drew in her breath. Her cheeks flushed and she put her hand against her lower belly as if I had just taken the air out of her lungs.
I could see her blink back tears and I really hated myself. “Oh? I wasn’t aware of that.”
“No. Of course not. That is wh
y I am telling you. Look, Rose. You knew all along what this was and what this wasn’t going to be. I never lied to you or made you false promises. And, as we always knew, this was going to end. This is over. Our time is up. I’m not looking for a girlfriend. I’m not interested in love. I’m interested in no-strings attached. Peace of mind. I’m interested in doing things my way. And I’m interested in finding my next PA.”
“Sure. Fine. Okay. I’ll be on my way then. I’ll call Mark.” She turned to leave the kitchen and I felt so many things. Hatred for myself. Jealousy. Anger.
“You will do no such thing,” I hissed. “Not today anyway.” I tried to regain my composure and my pride back. “It was a promise you made to Jennifer. And I did too. You will get a clean bill of health before doing anything.”
She turned back to face me. Her eyes brimming with the threat of tears. “Please then, William. Please tell me what happened with my grandfather. At least tell me that. How exactly were you involved with his death? Tell me. Please. I deserve to know.”
The pain in her eyes. It was too much for me in that moment. The strength she was trying to show right then. That too was so hard to take. She was so fragile in so many ways and so strong in so many others. I just couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at what I was doing to her.
“I need to go, Rose.” And like the monster I was, I left her there, alone.
Chapter Eleven
The meeting with Anthony didn’t produce the results I had hoped. He didn’t think I should tell my story. He was trying to work with my mother to lessen her sentence without my involvement. He wanted me to go meet with her, talk to her. I wanted to tell my story without having to do that.
My buzzer went off and Anthony stood as I answered it. “Yes, Rachel.”
“Hello, Mr. Thorne. Olivia is here to see you.”
Oh Christ. I looked at my watch. Was it really already 6:30? Olivia and I had dinner plans and between the accident and Rose staying at my place, I had almost forgotten. Olivia would not be pleased to know about Rose.
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