“I had thought that you read the whole thing and agreed. It was a sub clause. You should have read it. Do you have a problem with this Lucy?”
“No, not really, I just hadn’t realized that the companion part included you. I don’t understand.”
“Do you remember the part where you would give daily accounts of his health and wellbeing at my convenience?” He waited for her nod before continuing. “The most convenient time for me is dinner. You can understand why my father will not always have dinner with us then?”
“Of course, I’m sorry that you had to explain it to me. I had just come off a very stressful shift and I was tired. That’s not an excuse, but I wasn’t one hundred percent when I read it.”
He nodded, if anything she was honest. Half of the contract she probably didn’t even understand, he did have one other clause there that could keep her here indefinitely if he wanted. The rest he hadn’t bothered to read. “That’s understandable Lucy. I won’t take up all your time. I am a busy man; I will expect you to come when I call for you though.” He smiled at her when her answer was one raised brow. “Ah, so do you have a problem with that?” She shook her head no and looked away from him again, suddenly interested in her breakfast. When she was finished eating she looked up at him again. “If you are finished you may go.” She rose to stand and picked up her coffee cup as she turned to leave.
“Oh and Lucy,” he waited for her to turn back to him. “Dinner will be late tonight, around eight. I’ll expect to see you then. I’ll have someone come to get you. That is until you get used to the house.”
“Yes Mr. Moore.” Lucy almost saluted him, but she didn’t want to get into trouble.
“Miss Lintz.” He dismissed her as he opened his paper on the table. He watched her walk away with a slight smile on his face. She had an angry twitch in her very becoming backside. Lucy was going to be fun, he knew she wanted to say something or make a gesture towards him for being so controlling. He had a feeling if he pushed her a little more he would have been given a dose of her temper. No one ever showed him their anger; it was something he never allowed. But her, she was such a tiny thing, he’d make an exception. She had a nice sparkle in her eye when she was irritated. Hah, he laughed to himself, he couldn’t wait till he got her good and riled up.
Chapter Three
Lucy’s day went by entirely too fast, she spent most of it with Stan and Jeff. She went to lie down for a bit before dinner. She wanted to have all her wits about her when she saw Dean again. She heard a knock at the door a few hours later and it opened. Stella came into the bedroom and told her it was time to get ready for dinner. Lucy asked her about her door. She was sure she was locking it, but Stella wasn’t having any problems opening the door. Stella showed her there was a small knob to push in and then the door would lock, but surely she didn’t need to lock it, no one would come into her room.
Stella informed her that Stan had already eaten and was going to bed early; he would see her in the morning. Lucy went into the bathroom to freshen up, and then she came out to see what she was going to wear tonight. Stella had picked out a long dress for her. Lucy raised her brow at her, it seemed a little dressy. It was a long silver slip dress; she had a moment of unease since she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it. It was very low cut and had spaghetti straps. Stella handed her some thigh high stockings to put on. Once she had helped her with the dress, she had her sit down in front of the mirror to fix her hair again.
“So why is dinner so formal?” Lucy asked.
“It’s a tradition here, dinners downstairs are always formal.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was dressed up like this, probably a wedding somewhere.”
“It’s a part of life here, you’ll get used to it soon enough dear.” Stella finished pinning her hair up, leaving a few tendrils to frame her face. “You look beautiful Lucy.”
“Thank you Stella.” Lucy smiled at her as she stood up. She stopped to look in the full length mirror, and she almost didn’t recognize herself. Her makeup was flawless, and she had color riding high in her cheeks, and her lips looked full and pouty. She followed Stella out the door and felt her hands start to shake as they went down the wide staircase. It wasn’t like she was heading to the gallows, it was only dinner, and surely she could hold her own with him for that amount of time. She hadn’t been to the dining room yet. She had only seen bits and pieces of the house since she had arrived.
She could hear music playing as they walked into what Stella called the parlor. Dean was standing with his back to her. He was in front of an empty fireplace looking at a painting displayed on the wall above it. He had on a dark gray suit, the jacket fit his massive shoulders like a second skin, and he had one hand in his pants pocket. The cut of the suit showed off his masculine form perfectly. She watched him for a minute and then she realized that Stella was gone, how did she move so quickly? She looked back into the hallway, but found it empty. When she turned toward Dean again she found him not two feet from her his gaze tracking her body. His gaze travelled to the tips of her shoes and then back up, stopping for a few heartbeats at her breasts. She could feel her nipples tighten beneath his gaze, and she felt her body flush as a delicious hum started in her belly. He gave her a little smile when he met her eyes; he had noticed his effect on her. Why did she have an insane urge to run right now?
Dean held one hand out to her. “Are you ready for dinner Lucy?” He smiled at her when she hesitated before taking the hand that he offered her. Her hand looked very small and delicate in his. “You look beautiful.”
He pulled her towards him when she took his hand, and she gasped and braced one hand against his chest when he pulled her closer. She looked up into his eyes and stood stock still as his green gaze got darker. He stroked his thumb across the inside of her wrist and she sucked in a breath when he leaned down to her. He put his lips against hers and pulled her closer. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and his other hand wrapped around her nape, holding her still for his kiss.
Lucy felt like she had wildfire racing through her body, she moaned low in her throat when she felt his thumb stroke along her jaw. His big hand nearly spanned her waist. He pulled her even closer and she felt him harden against her belly. She felt her body begin to soften, hot achy places that she didn’t know she had, came to life. He moved his lips along her jaw and made a path to her ear. He blew his hot breath along the swirls there and she couldn’t control the shiver that ran through her body. It took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t kissing her anymore. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him watching her beneath hooded eyes. His eyes were so dark, she unconsciously licked her lips and then he kissed her again, pressing his advantage past her open lips, tasting her flavors. Lucy moaned again, she couldn’t help it, he tasted so good. She’d never been kissed like this before, so consuming; she could feel her toes starting to curl in her shoes.
Slowly he pulled back. “You taste really good.” He ran his thumb over her trembling lips. He watched her eyes, they were usually blue, but right now they were a soft gray. Her eyes were very expressive; he’d never seen anything like them. She was breathing really fast, like she had been running a marathon. He watched her blink a few times and then she looked at him with clear blue eyes, the passion that had lurked there was gone. She realized her fingers were tangled in his hair, and she quickly brought her hands down.
“Was that in the contract too?” She asked breathlessly.
Dean chuckled. “No, I don’t remember that part. I’ll consider that an added bonus for me.” She tried to move away from him, but he wasn’t ready to release her yet, she fit so perfectly in his arms. She put both her hands against his chest and pushed, but still he wouldn’t budge.
“Mr. Moore, please let me go.”
“I think you can call me Dean now, don’t you?” He smiled at her as he trailed one lean finger along her jaw, enjoying her discomfort. “Ah Lucy, you are an unexpected treat.” He finally let he
r go, watching as she moved away from him. He was so in tune to her now, she could be in the next room and he’d still know how she felt. He knew instinctively that they would be good together. He couldn’t wait to make her his. He forced himself to stay in the same spot; the only thing that moved was his eyes as he followed her movements around the room. He looked up and saw John in the doorway, pretending that he hadn’t seen a thing.
“Mr. Moore, dinner is ready sir.”
“Thank you John.” Dean walked towards Lucy and smiled when she looked up at him with wide eyes. He knew she had never experienced anything like that either; she looked at him warily as he held his hand out to her once again. Hesitantly she placed her hand in his and he led her into the dining room. John had placed her setting next to his at the end of the table and poured them each a glass of wine.
Lucy couldn’t figure out what had just happened. If he hadn’t stopped, would she have? She stole quick glances at Dean as he led her into the dining room. At least she had her breathing under control, to her ears she had sounded like a draft horse. She looked around the room and saw a table that would seat an army. There was fine china on the side table proudly displayed with some crystal glasses. There were some very old paintings hanging in this room also. She almost felt like she was in a museum. Dean pulled her chair out for her and once she was seated he leaned into her ear to whisper to her.
“You smell great,” he touched his nose lightly to her ear and watched as she took a deep breath in response. It would be so easy to seduce her right now. He was the epitome of control, when they came together it would be under his terms. He straightened and then sat down in his chair. He looked over at her and noticed her lips were parted slightly, and her eyelids looked heavy. “So how was your day Lucy? Do you have anything to report?”
Lucy blinked a few times as she looked back at him. She wasn’t expecting that question, just like this morning. She didn’t know what to think. “Uh…no, your father had an uneventful day.”
“No confusion or memory lapses?” He asked, and she shook her head no. “See, that wasn’t so bad was it Lucy?” He smiled when she just stared at him, her mouth open slightly. He nodded to John and he started to serve their dinner.
Lucy looked down at the beautiful plate, sliced beef, new potatoes, and some fresh asparagus. She smiled as she noticed the sliced orange that lay in a curl on her plate as a garnish, how creative she thought. She could see the intricate designs in the dinner plate, the set really was lovely. The china would put a five star restaurant to shame. She smiled up at John and thanked him. The butler gave her a small smile after a second, nodded politely and left.
“You don’t plan to disrupt my household do you Lucy?”
She looked at him a little startled. “Excuse me?” She tilted her head a little when she looked at him, her fork poised just before her lips.
“Flirting with the staff, I don’t know how much John can take, and I don’t think Stella would like it.”
Lucy looked at him incredulously, was he serious? He looked so stern right now, like she had made him angry somehow. She felt her body flush again, and sudden moisture dampened her panties. How was he doing this to her? She put her head down to concentrate on her meal.
Dean smiled, well that didn’t work. She hadn’t taken the bait. He was waiting for her to get angry with him. He knew she wanted to say something, but he hadn’t pushed her enough yet. He would have to think of something else.
Dinner went by far too slowly for Lucy’s tastes. She knew that Dean continued to watch her. It was very unnerving, like he was waiting for her to do something. John came back and cleared their empty plates, he offered them some coffee. Lucy would have loved some, but the thought of sitting here any longer than she had to, made her shake her head no. She tried very hard to look anywhere in the room except at the two men. Don’t poke the bear Lucy; her subconscious told her, Dean was obviously looking for an opportunity to chastise her again. Well she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Just a few minutes more and this would be over. He finally stood up and then he pulled her chair out so she could get up too.
“I know it’s late, I will walk you to your room.” His expression was polite and bored.
“That’s not necessary. I think I can find my way.” She really needed to get away from him.
He shook his no. “Oh but Lucy, I insist.” He put his hand on the small of her back and steered her towards the door. His thumb rested lightly against her bare skin and every thought flew out of her head. They walked in silence. The trip back upstairs seemed to take forever.
She felt so self-conscious, if only he would quit touching her, maybe she could get a hold of herself. She could feel the heat from his hand, sending a slow thrum in her blood. They finally arrived at her door. She quickly reached out for the door handle and was startled when he turned towards her. So, Lucy thought, she couldn’t escape yet. She looked up at him and waited for him to speak.
“One more thing Lucy, I would appreciate if you would stop reading erotica to my father, I think it is in poor taste.”
Lucy’s mouth opened in shock. “But…” she sputtered. He put his hand up and shushed her. Really? “Who the hell do you think you are? I have never…” He put his hand up again and shook his head. “You are completely insufferable!” She opened her door and slammed it behind her; she turned the knob and clicked the lock into place with satisfaction. At least she had gotten the last word in. She stormed into her room, angrily yanking the pins from her hair as she went; she stopped at the closet door and took off her shoes. She reached around and unzipped her dress, slipping it off her shoulders. Stepping out of it quickly, she didn’t want to take her anger out on such an expensive garment. She hung it carefully on the door and then turned to reach for her robe, glancing in the mirror as she turned. Dean stood in her doorway watching her with hooded eyes. She screeched in reaction, holding her robe to her chest.
Dean started towards her as she backed up against the wall. Once he stopped in front of her he spoke angrily. “No one and I mean no one ever walks away from me when I am talking. Do you understand me Lucy? Do I need to teach you a lesson?” He had felt his cock harden while he watched her undress in her fit of pique. Now she stood before him half naked. She was glaring back up at him, furious. About dam time he thought. She looked so hot when she was angry, somehow he knew she would.
She looked up at him, what the hell? He was so big, she couldn’t see beyond his body now, he completely blocked out the room. Teach her a lesson? “Listen bucko, I have had just about enough of you and your controlling crap, I don’t like being pushed around, and I sure as hell will not take that from you. Nowhere in that contract did it say I had to obey you, you pompous ass!”
“Careful with the insults Lucy,” he reached up and rubbed one hand along his jaw and let his eyes roam over her. She had a nice tight body, he hadn’t been expecting that. Her skin looked creamy, he only had a glimpse of her breasts before she had covered them, but they would be a handful. Her stockings were sheer, then lacy at the top emphasizing the smooth skin between them and her white satin panties. He met her eyes when she looked up at him, still furious, but she was wary now. He put one hand on the wall on either side of her, effectively blocking her in.
“If you want sex that badly that you have to read about it, I am more than willing to help with that.” He waited for her gasp and swooped in to kiss her, catching her mouth open. He knew as soon as he touched her that she would soften; it took a few seconds longer than he’d thought though. He grabbed her ass and lifted her against the wall, spreading her legs around him as he pinned her to it. He pressed his swollen member into her mound as he felt her tongue tangle with his. He felt her grab his shoulders to keep from falling. She didn’t need to worry about that, there was no way he would drop her. He put one hand in her hair and tilted her head for a better angle, and then deepened the kiss further.
Lucy couldn’t believe what was happening, she had been furious
, even insulted him and now she was responding to him. She had to take deep breaths when he allowed her to come up for air. He didn’t keep his lips off of her for long though, somehow he knew that she couldn’t think when he kissed her. She felt his raging hard on grinding against her. He was rubbing her just right, she angled her pelvis just a bit and she felt an orgasm rip through her. She tore her lips from his as she cried out into the empty room. She heard him growl into her neck as she shuddered against him and his grip tightened even more. She felt the world tilt as he swung them away from the wall and he moved swiftly towards the bed. Hold on, what the hell was she doing? She opened her mouth to speak, but he kissed her again, effectively silencing her.
Dean quickly carried her to the bed. He couldn’t believe how responsive she was. She had come while he ground her against the wall. He wanted that again, and he wanted to be buried deep inside her when she did. He could tell she was regaining her senses, so he started kissing her again since that seemed to work before. He felt very powerful learning that knowledge about her. He pulled his clothes off, never leaving her lips. Somehow they were both finally naked, and he could feel her writhing against him. Slowly he moved his lips to her ears and nibbled there, feeling the shivers that ran through her body. He knew her ears were very sensitive, he had found that out earlier.
He nipped and licked his way down her neck to her chest, taking one turgid nipple into his mouth, sucking on it deeply. He could feel her fingers sliding through his hair as he gave her other breast similar treatment. She arched her back and moaned, trying to get closer to him. Ah baby, he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, but he had to make sure she was good and ready for him first; he didn’t want to hurt her.
He made his way down her body, finally finding the pearl of her clitoris. He licked into her, stroking one finger inside her at the same time. She arched off the bed and let out a throaty moan, gasping as she reached her hands down to pull at his hair. He managed to get another finger inside her, dam she was tight. He continued his assault, bringing her to a fierce orgasm, he could feel the muscles of her thighs clamping around his ears, holding him to her as she rode out the waves. He gave her a long lick and then kissed and nipped his way back up her body. He noticed a small scar just above her mound. He nibbled at her nicely toned belly, feeling the tremors there. He palmed a breast as he moved higher, and then sucked on the pert rosy nipple. He made room for his body between her legs. Where did all this control come from? Somehow he realized that the more control she lost, the more he got, right at this moment he felt he could go all night.
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