Learning to Trust

by Cynthia P. O'Neill

  I slipped my hands in his pants and boxers and with one swift, and surprisingly graceful movement, I lowered them and myself down to the floor. He lifted one foot at a time, holding onto my shoulders, as I removed his pants.

  I knelt down so I was face level with his most private parts. I ran my hands up over his muscular thighs and watched as he began to buck his cock towards me, making me want to taste it.

  I grabbed hold of him, stroking his cock gently. He took my hand. “Like this, babe.” He showed me how he liked to be handled, moving my hand from the base of his cock forward to the bulbous head, applying slight pressure at the tip. Soon his eyes were closed and his cock was pushing in and out of my hand as I touched him. I was nothing if not a fast learner.

  Feeling a bit daring, I quickly sucked him into my mouth and watched as his eyes shot open. “Easy, baby,” he groaned.

  I licked the back side of the head, swirling my tongue around and sucking gently. His hips began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, making me take him deeper every time.

  “That’s right, baby, take me all the way to the back of your throat. Feel me.” His speed picked up and he grew larger and impossibly harder; I tasted his salty pre-cum on my tongue and wanted to taste all of him.

  “I want to come deep inside you, Laurel,” he practically growled as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and scooped me back up to a standing position.

  I whimpered at the loss of him. He kissed me passionately, his hands making quick work of removing my bra and tearing through my panties, shredding them to nothing. He walked me back towards the dining table and then turned me around, pressing me down until I felt my breasts against the wood of the table.

  I felt my thighs being pushed far apart and the tip of him grazing over my hot spot. I groaned at the sensation. His hands were on my ass, kneading it. “You have a tight, sweet little ass, Laurel. Someday, I want to claim every part of you,” he said as his finger pressed over the rosette of my hole, making me squirm. His hand pulled back. “You were very naughty kissing another man today. You made me jealous and now I’m going to punish you.” I felt a slap to my bottom, then another against my sex.

  Why is he hitting me?! I was shocked that he felt the need to punish me, not understanding why he was doing this or if this was part of his sexual need. However, to my surprise, I was strangely turned on by it and moaned in ecstasy.

  “You like this don’t you, Laurel?” Garrett growled, his words laden with sexual promise. “I’m not hurting you, love. I’m just reminding you that you’re mine. I don’t like to share.”

  Despite my heavy breathing, I managed to respond. “Yes,” I mumbled. “Garrett, you’re making me feel things I never knew I could.”

  “We’ve only just begun, babe.” He smacked my ass a few more times and then drove two fingers into my sweet pussy. I could hear his sharp intake of breath. “You’re so wet for me already.” His fingers moved in and out, then he plunged a third one in and it felt so full, stretching me.

  “Please…” I begged.

  “I like it when you beg for me.” His voice was getting heated and his breathing strained.

  Garrett plunged into me from behind and I was startled. The sensation was deeper, hitting my sweet spot with every thrust, causing intensity to build so fast I felt I would fall over the edge immediately.

  “Don’t come yet,” he ordered. “Not until I tell you to.”

  My hands tried to grip the table as I attempted to stave off my need to explode. “Please, Garrett. I can’t hold it much longer,” I cried out, tears starting to pour down my face. “Please!”

  His hand reached around to my clit, where his fingers began to massage my nub. That only intensified the feelings inside me to the point where I couldn’t think or hear or see, only feel. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he leaned into my ear.

  “Come for me. Now.”

  I screamed out some semblance of his name as wave after wave of ecstasy shot through me.

  He thrust into me two more times before he yelled, “Fuck, Laurel!” then collapsed onto my back, kissing and rubbing my shoulders reverentially.

  After a few moments had passed, he pulled out of me and led me to the bathroom, where we both cleaned up. He grabbed a pair of sleep pants and no shirt and plundered through the bags of clothes, pulling out a lovely emerald green nightgown with a plunging neckline. The gown fit perfectly and actually made me feel desirable. I guess the days of sleep shorts and tanks are over.

  He watched as I brushed my hair at the vanity, wrapping his arms around my center and kissing my temple. “I hate to do this, but I have some work to do. I shouldn’t be but a couple of hours. Feel free to do whatever you’d like,” he said sweetly, before taking a seat at the desk in the bedroom and logging into his office.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and checked my phone for messages. To my surprise, there was only one text from Hannah.

  Hannah: Hey girl. I missed being able to talk to you at graduation. Good luck with Mr. Hottie and your new job. I still want all the juicy details! Keep in touch when you can. Love ya

  I quickly texted back:

  Me: Graduation was crazy with everyone milling around. My brother and his best friend surprised me by coming up for the ceremony. We all went to eat afterwards, Mr. Hottie included…LOL. My parents adore him. I’ll try to call you sometime over the weekend. Love ya and good luck with everything! I’ll miss you!

  It was after nine o’clock at night and I knew my parents were probably asleep, having an early flight out the next morning. I moved to the great room and gave Garrett his privacy. I decided I would check out my new computer and see what I could do with the design software loaded on it.

  The computer was much nicer than any that I’d ever seen; brand new and state of the art—no recycled computer for this new hire. As I opened the HP Elitebook, I soon realized it wasn’t just a laptop, but also a tablet combination, fully loaded with all the latest office and design software plus an email program with a full list of contacts. I tried to focus my thoughts on some concepts I had for the sports center, but found my mind wondering about Garrett and his “too good to be true” self.

  He had given my parents and me a little more information about himself, but I couldn’t help wondering what the internet held. I felt a little bad about googling him, but he’d seen my entire background check; fair is fair. I quickly typed his name into the search engine and hit enter. To my surprise, there were only a small handful of articles and very few pictures. I opened the links one by one to discover much of the same information, “Mr. Garrett Andrews, Head of Human Resources at the Waters Medical Industries group, is accepting the Medical Advancement Award on behalf of G.A. Waters tonight for medical invention of the year.”

  Article after article had him accepting awards or making speeches in place of Mr. Waters at a variety of charitable and medical events. One had a picture of him looking rather dashing in a light gray tux, with his dirty blonde hair messed like a surfer’s and his face a little more stubbly than usual.

  My original curiosity about how he had so much money to spend and access to anything he wanted came back to the forefront. I was puzzled, but then noticed how Mr. Waters’ first two initials were the same as Garrett’s. That’s a bit too coincidental.

  I quickly typed G.A. Waters into Google and had a multitude of information pop up. There were tons of articles regarding how intelligent he was, whizzing through high school and college, how he developed some of the latest operating room technologies allowing doctors to treat more complex surgical cases with less invasive procedures, particularly in the field of neurosurgery. The list of accomplishments, awards, and information about his company were endless. More than one article toted him as “The youngest and brightest self-made multi-billionaire of our generation.”

  There was little information about his personal life; only referencing that he was in his late twenties and a private individual who kept to himself. To my di
smay, there were no photos of Mr. Waters. I even pulled up the company’s website and only found photos of the main managers and heads of staff, including Garrett’s, but none of Mr. Waters.

  My mind was getting the better of me, but my instinct still told me there was a mystery about Garrett and I was determined to find out more about him, hoping in time he would reveal whatever secrets he held.

  I started a spreadsheet, dividing up several sports and listing equipment we could use to measure an athlete’s current performance and compare it to top rated athletes in the industry. I knew that BMW was using underwater cameras to develop equipment that could detect the power of a swimmer’s dolphin kick, along with depth, number and speed of kicks. Cameras both above and below the water could detect an athlete’s body alignment and angles in the water and then compare it to top competitors’ kicks.

  There had been studies using GPS systems to analyze force, position, impacts and loads on the body in the course of field play with soccer, football, and lacrosse. If I was going to help improve an athlete’s performance, I needed to be able to refine their kinetic link (perfect timing, energy, and movement between all limbs) through mechanical principals.

  I had an idea for a new piece of equipment that could potentially measure the angle, stroke, and body alignment of each swimmer. I started mapping it out on the design software but soon my eyelids started feeling heavy and my mind found it difficult to concentrate.

  It felt like a dream…someone had lifted the weight of the computer from my lap. A few moments later, I could feel the warmth of someone’s arms surround me. I was jolted awake with the fear of Chase.

  “It’s just me,” Garrett whispered as he kissed the cheek closest to him.

  His words soothed my anxiety and I let my arms encircle his neck to hold on as he continued to carry me to the bedroom. “What time is it?” I wondered.

  “A little after midnight, we need to get to bed; our flight leaves at 10:00 a.m.” He lowered me gently to the side of the bed I occupied last night.

  “I don’t have to be monitored for low blood sugar tonight,” I said, protesting my placement. “The levels seem to have normalized. I can sleep on the sofa if you want.” I felt guilty for him taking care of me.

  I watched as he walked over to the other side, still wearing his sleep pants and nothing else, and climbed into bed. He turned the light off and lay down on his side, drawing my back up tightly up against his front. “You’re not going anywhere.” His voice was adamant as his arms squeezed me tight; his lips planted a gentle kiss just below my earlobe on my neck, making me melt as desire coursed through my body.

  I was curious about his response. “Why?”

  “Last night was the first night in over twenty years that I slept all the way through without…” His voice faded and I turned to watch his face shift expressions.

  My heart hurt for whatever was troubling him; he looked more like a lost little boy than a strong, successful, virile man. “You can tell me,” I said.

  “It isn’t important. Let’s just say I’m comforted having you by my side.” His arms held me close as he nuzzled into my neck and groaned. “Your scent is intoxicating, Laurel.”

  I leaned back and pressed my lips to his jaw in appreciation of his compliment. I took in his heady mixture of musky vanilla body wash and manly desire. My mind conjured up images of our intense lovemaking earlier; or was it just fucking? He’d given me no inclination as to what our “relationship” entailed. I pulled back, trying to get a fresh breath of air to clear my head.

  His lips began to suck on my earlobe. “Do you know how wild you drive me?” he whispered.

  “No,” I admitted.

  “After three hours on the phone handling issues, all I want to do is lose myself in you.”

  His words were my undoing as I melted into his frame. His silken smooth tongue sent my heart thumping, but I was still left wondering what we were and what our relationship consisted of, since neither of us wanted to date. Did he seduce every potential female hire? Would he pull away from me when he got me to Orlando? Was this a weekend thrill? My mind couldn’t stop analyzing everything; I knew my heart couldn’t handle anymore involvement. I needed to put a stop to things if I didn’t want to feel the destruction that was surely coming.

  His hand traveled down the low front of my gown, slipping in to caress one of my breasts. I wanted to feel him over every inch of me even as my mind told me to start severing the bond now. I rolled over onto my stomach, tucking my hands up under the pillow.

  Garrett grunted in frustration but leaned in, giving me a gentle kiss just under the earlobe as his hand moved down my backside to give my butt a gentle squeeze. “You’ve had an eventful day. We should probably get some sleep; we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  “We do?” I suddenly felt scared about starting my life in a new town and with my first real job.

  He lavished me with gentle kisses across my shoulder and stroked one of my arms until I finally allowed myself to succumb to the powers of sleep. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” he reassured me. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

  For how long?

  “Laurel,” he called my name in a whisper, placing gentle kisses along my shoulder, up my neck and onto my face. “Babe, it’s time to wake up.”

  I slowly realized my back was pressed into Garrett’s front. I could feel his morning arousal against my bottom as one hand caressed one of my breasts and the other traveled down my stomach, pulling me closer to him.

  His touch sent a surge of desire coursing through my body. No! Don’t give into his temptations. You’ll only suffer more once he’s gone!

  I lifted my head to see what time it was on my cell phone; 7:30. Ugh. His ministrations continued, but rather than succumb to them, I rolled out of bed and padded off towards the shower, hearing him groan in frustration.

  I turned on the water to let it heat as I slipped the spaghetti straps of my nightgown off my shoulders allowing it to pool at my feet. Steam enveloped the bathroom. The water felt wonderful against my frustrated skin, and I stood for a long time in the spray, allowing it to soak me from head to toe. I grabbed for the shampoo and began working lather into my hair when I felt his hands washing my body.

  He came closer, helping me rinse the lather from my hair, whispering, “What I wouldn’t give to know what’s going on in that mind of yours. I know we’re on a tight schedule this morning, but you’re killing me, Laurel.”

  I smiled subtly. At least I’m not the only one suffering.

  As soon as I was washed, rinsed, and shaved, Garrett handed me the body wash, expecting me to return the attention. He began to wash his hair as I washed every inch of him, taking extra care around his privates, now standing at full mast. He tried to buck himself into my hand, but was discouraged when I released him completely.

  Neither of us said a word to one another as we dried off. I wrapped my towel around me and headed towards the bedroom to pick out my clothes for the journey to Orlando, only to discover a light pink and white polka-dotted sundress, white bolero jacket, white heeled sandals, matching clutch purse, and very lacy, barely there, white bra and matching thong laid out for me on the bed.

  Why is he going to such trouble? Why does he insist on dressing me? Doesn’t he know I’m not a freaking Barbie doll! I only shook my head and headed back towards the bathroom to get ready.

  I began putting on a light layer of makeup, when Garrett grabbed hold of my hand. “Ouch! What do you think you’re doing?” I screamed.

  “First, I’m glad to know you’re talking to me. Second, I’d like to know what your sugar level is. You don’t seem yourself this morning and it has me worried,” he admitted.

  He drew a small drop of blood onto the testing strip and waited for the machine to register the results. “No wonder you’re moody. Your sugar level is 60.”

  I continued applying my makeup as he left the room. Before long, he returned and stood behind me with an ora
nge juice in hand, pushing me up against the sink, not willing to budge until I drank all of it.

  My fury spiked, wondering how he could be so attentive now when he might leave later. I picked up the juice, chugged every ounce of it, and then slammed it down on the counter. “Happy?”

  His arms pulled me close. “For now, yes.” He paused for a moment, before adding, in a menacing growl, “If your blood sugar wasn’t so low and we weren’t on a tight schedule, I’d put you over the bathroom counter, smack that teasing ass of yours, and fuck you until we were both unable to stand. Finish getting ready; breakfast will be here in fifteen minutes and then we need to be on our way to the airport.”

  His tone was cold and filled with warning. I finished with my makeup and began to dry my hair with the dryer, as I watched him walk towards the bedroom.

  Anger is a good thing. At least your heart won’t be as shattered if you’re angry with him.

  I looked at my hair and appreciated how the humidity in the bathroom was causing it to curl slightly again. I wonder if the Florida humidity will do the same thing. I knew Garrett loved my hair in its natural state, but in an act of defiance, I twisted it into a loose bun, grabbing several hair pins to hold it into place. Just to push his buttons.

  He sat at the desk, working on his computer, as I walked back into the bedroom. I unceremoniously let my towel drop to the floor as I began putting on the lingerie he had left out, followed by the dress and other accompaniments.

  I reached for my jewelry bag to put the bracelet and earrings inside for safekeeping when I felt his hand grab hold of my elbow. He turned me around. “Don’t put those away,” he said. “The jewelry looks lovely on you. I’d like to see you wearing at least one of the items at all times.”

  “Why?” I wondered.

  His reply took me by surprise. “So I know you’re at least thinking of me. Is that too much to ask?”

  I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Okay, for now.” I hadn’t realized he had a sentimental side. Wow, his moods shift from one degree to the next.