by Andie Lea
My heart went out to her. How could this woman be so strong after what that low-life son of a bitch had done to her? Ugh…I would go ape-shit if something like that were to happen to my Via!
It was my turn to stare at her in amazement. “I am so glad you pressed charges and agreed to assist me in my case. The man is a monster, and deserves the death penalty in my book. May I say my deepest apologizes for what happened.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just help me put the cocksucker away for good so nobody else has to go through what I did.”
* * * *
Hours after Miss Benson had left, I was finishing up at the office. As I stood waiting for the elevator, my phone vibrated from inside my pocket. I dug it out to see Via’s name. “It’s about time. Where in the hell have you been?”
“I’m sorry, boss. I went to my dad’s for the day. The cell phone reception is crapola there,” she spoke, not a single ounce of sarcasm in her tone. “I should have texted you, letting you know where I was. I’m sorry.”
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. Standing there for a moment, I collected my thoughts. “No baby, it doesn’t have anything to do with you. I just had a long day at work. I am on my way home now.”
“I wish I was there with you. I would be giving you a rub-down every night you came home stressed.” As she spoke, I grinned. “If you want, I can arrange a masseuse for you.”
Even though she couldn’t see me, I shook my head. “I don’t fucking think so! You are grounded until further notice from ordering me anything.”
She giggled.
I loved to hear that sound!
“Aw, I’m so sorry Daddy. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.”
“What did you send me now?” I wondered, stopping dead in my tracks.
Her end of the line fell silent for a moment. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. You will like this one. Call me back after you receive it. Bye.”
Just like that, she hung up on me. No woman has ever cut me off… Ever. I had to admit it was sexy. A female leaving me senseless and tongue-tied was rare.
My thoughts swirled on what Via’s surprise could be. With this woman, the possibilities were endless. Maybe she was just trying to be her sarcastic self by saying she had something waiting for me, but didn’t.
The buzzing of my phone made my heart jump. I picked it up to read the message.
Via
Dear Ryan,
Charlie has your first present. I hope you like it. ;)
Without missing a beat, Charlie passed a gift box back to me.
I opened the box to see a small card resting on top of a few layers of tissue paper. Opening the envelope, I read it.
“Ryan, please wear this, and only this, when we Skype tonight.”
I pulled back the paper to see a navy blue tie made of silk with my name in small rhinestones. My manhood had woken up to the thought of wearing nothing but this.
Charlie pulled into the parking garage and I had to focus on getting my breathing to slow.
I pulled out my phone and texted her.
Ryan,
I must say, I am pleased with your gift. I cannot wait to talk to you while wearing this tonight.
As I made my way inside, I was surprised I had not heard back from her.
The sound of music played upstairs. Nearly flying across the room, I made it to the top of the stairwell and concentrated on what room the music had been coming from. Before I took another step, she appeared in the doorway of my bedroom wearing nothing but a silky dark blue negligee with small rhinestones outlining it, the perfect match to my tie.
While I stood there flabbergasted, she grinned. “Honey, I’m home…”
I could not speak for the life of me. It was as if every word I had ever spoken had flitted away from my brain. Dropping the box, I glided over to where she was standing. I had never wanted to touch someone as much as I wanted to touch her.
To my amazement, she pushed me away with her hand. “Now Mister Rayner, I believe you have something to put on for me first,” she told me as she was eyeing the box.
“I am remorseful, Miss Johnson.” I couldn’t help but grin as I bent downward.
She grabbed my ass and squeezed it.
As I stood up straight, I turned around to face her. She had a fiery glow in her eyes I had not yet seen. “Do you have any idea how much I have wanted you since Vegas?” I asked her while removing my shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
Removing the tie that matched her heart-stopping outfit from the box, she tied it around my neck and grinned as she pulled me into the bedroom. I kicked the door shut as she led me over to the foot of the bed. She removed my pants, along with my boxers, all the way to my ankles so I could step out of them.
Still having a solid grip on the tie, she kissed my inner thighs and worked her way upwards. Before she put her lips on my shaft, she shoved me on the bed. Kissing my lips, she moved down my jaw line, to my neck, my chest and stomach, and right above my pubic hairline. I was thinking she was going to work her way back up…Boy was I wrong! She continued to go south until she reached the tip of my erection.
Releasing the tie, she used both of her hands to spread my legs apart and hold them still as she used her mouth to pleasure every inch of my manhood.
She started by kissing and licking the head. Then without warning, she shoved me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me and sucking. As her lips worked their magic, she cupped my testicles with one of her hands. My back arched and I had a grip on the sheets by this point. Abruptly, and right before I could come, she stopped. I watched as she stripped out of her outfit and clambered on top of my body, her wetness against my flesh.
Unraveling the tie, she forced my wrists together and tied them to the railing above my head. Holy Fuck! She has me tied to my bed!
Bending down, she whispered in my ear.
“Now you know perfectly well how much I have wanted you these past few days…” She reached over into my nightstand and pulled out a condom wrapper. Shredding it open with her teeth, she placed it over my erection and tossed the foil on the floor. Grabbing a hold of my now-protected manhood, she inserted me into her. I groaned out in pure pleasure as she began to glide her hips, thrusting me in and out of her vaginal walls.
My body ached because I wanted to touch her. I noticed she was pleased with herself on this one.
“This was how I felt, Ryan. You were so close, yet so far beyond my reach. I was miserable when I could no longer touch and feel you,” she told me as she rode me harder and faster, causing me to feel the build-up inside my nut sack. She slowed and the sensation ceased. She knew damn well what she was doing to me.
“I spent every single night alone, hoping and wishing you would knock on my door. I do not like that you give me these feelings of vulnerability and seclusion, Ryan.” She spoke as she sped up again, but this time she didn’t stop. She leaned forward, both breasts teasing and begging me to touch them. Seconds after she untied me from the bed, I rolled us over so I was the one on top. I grasped her breasts, squeezing them as I pushed into her.
As I leaned down and placed my lips around one of her nipples, she moaned and extended her legs, allowing me to stretch further into her. I couldn’t get enough of her body as my hands wandered around her lip-smacking figure, finding their way to her hands. I pinned her hands above her head and held them still. She groaned and flexed her hips up. “Oh, baby, .I have missed you!”
The pressure rose more and more in each thrust. I pushed into her harder and faster, causing her body to move. Once I released her hands, she clasped my back, her nails burrowing into my skin.
“Come for me, baby,” she whispered into my ear, fisting my hair.
This drove me wild. I gripped the sheets as my erection exploded, and we reached our climaxes. My body relaxed as I buried my face into her neck.
Still inside her, I kissed her jaw line. “You are an amazing woman, Olivia Johnson.” Care
fully pulling out of her body, I tossed the condom on the floor, and lay beside her. She placed a hand upon my cheek, this time staring at me with sweet innocence in her eyes. Pulling me in for a quick kiss and lightly biting her lip she whispered, “I love you, Ryan Rayner.”
“Marry me.” The words escaped from my mouth before I could even ponder it.
“Wow…I must be better at seducing you and taking control than I believed. I swore the words ‘marry me’ just flew out of your lips,” she said in response, tracing my chest with her index finger.
She glanced at me to meet my gaze. Her face fell. “Holy fucking shit! You are actually serious.”
I shrugged my shoulders like an idiot. “Sure. I mean, why not? You want to be here and the both of us know I want the same. Marry me…Please.”
She shook her head in confusion. “Whoa! Back the truck up. You want me to marry you just so I will stay here?” She sighed. “You need to think before you speak, Ryan. Better yet, just shut up and let me speak first.”
Teasingly rolling her eyes, she stood up and walked over to my closet, opening the door to show bags upon bags of her luggage.
She looked back at me and smiled. “If the offer still stands, I would like to crash here. It doesn’t have to be very long. I can find an apartment tomorrow if this arrangement is an issue.”
Before I spoke, I stood up out of bed and walked to my closet.
I grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and slid into them. “I want to show you something.”
I pulled out a pair of shorts and an extra-large T-shirt for her. She took the clothes, putting them on. I took hold of one of her hands and led her outside the room, leading her to a wooden door a few feet down the hall. Opening the door and ushering her in first, I told her, “This room is yours. You may do with it as you wish.”
Looking around the spacious room for a few minutes, checking out the closet space and the personal bathroom, she turned to face me. The expression on her face looked pleased and saddened at the same time.
Attempting to get a reaction out of her, I asked, “Do you not like it?”
She shook her head in protest. “The room is great. Thank you so much.” She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped herself.
I strolled over to where she was standing and wrapped my arms around her. “Please tell me what is wrong.”
“Where should I begin?” she questioned, not looking up at me. “Not even five minutes ago, you wanted me to marry you. Now you are insisting on separate rooms. How in the hell am I supposed to take this?”
“If I remember correctly, you are the one that said you wanted to stay only a few days, or until you found an apartment.”
Her arms folded over her chest.
Did she just stomp her foot at me?
She was glowering at me now. “Well, excuse me for trying to be polite and not be a burden on you, Mister Rayner.”
Before I could say a single word, she strode out of the room like a mad woman on a mission. I followed her, curious as to where she was going. She came back out into the hallway, carrying and wheeling her bags towards her new room.
“Here, allow me to help you with those.”
She stopped what she was doing for a second to snarl at me, “I don’t need any help from you, thanks.” Flinging her bags into the bedroom, she slammed the door behind her.
Holy shit! She is pissed at me! What have I done to set her off? If it was anything about the room, I had no intention of forcing her to stay in it. “Come on, Via. Please don’t do this. You know that I don’t mind you staying here!”
I stood there in silence for what seemed like eternity. She opened the door. My eyes widened at the sight of her, stark naked and mad as hell.
Oh, how much I want this woman! “Please talk to me.” I begged as I smiled at her.
“I have nothing to say except good night, Mister Rayner.”
Hurling the clothes at my face, she slammed the door shut once again.
Chapter Six
After a solid hour of begging and pleading for Via to open the door, I gave up and decided to head back to our room. Well, soon to be our room if she would just open the damn door and talk to me! Walking into the room, I kept the door open just in case little Miss Attitude changed her mind.
Flicking the light switch down, I crawled into bed and snuggled with a pillow. This is a bunch of bullshit! The woman of my dreams was only a few doors down, pissed off at me over something I had inadvertently done, and now I was stuck spooning with a fucking piece of cotton! Great. Fucking fantastic!
Now her being pissed off at me had gotten under my skin, so much so that I was not able to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I had to rectify my wrongdoing to her somehow. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to check the time, only to see that I had five new text messages. Sure enough, all of them were from the sitting bull down the hall.
Via,
Dear Mister Rayner, I love you and it is killing me to be this far away from you, even though it is only down the hall.
How in the world can you ask someone to marry you and then kick them out of your bedroom?
You confuse the hell out of me sometimes!
Thank you for finally shutting up, maybe now I can get some sleep!
Mister Rayner, I am now in your kitchen in search of food. You may put it on my tab…
I couldn’t help but grin at her words. Even through texting, she had a smart mouth! I contemplated whether or not I should join her downstairs. What in the hell are you thinking, Rayner? Of course you should!
Practically leaping out of bed, I tiptoed my way towards the kitchen and that was when I saw her, with the refrigerator door wide open, bent over with her ass sticking out midair. Having no idea I was standing there, watching her in amazement, she pulled out a full container of strawberries. Closing the door to the fridge, she sifted through my cabinets until she found the unopened bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup. Oh, what I would love to do to her with that chocolate…
She had this certain glow to her face as she grinned like a little kid in a candy store. Opening up the bottle of syrup, she squeezed a dab onto the tip of her index finger and sucked it clean off. For the first time in my life, I was envious of something as simple as chocolate! I cleared my throat to grab her attention and she jumped nearly ten feet in the air. I flashed a grin at her once she collected herself enough to look at me. “Was I interrupting something here?” I wondered.
She shook her head as if she could read my perverted mind. “Definitely not. Just a little midnight snack. I tend to work up an appetite after somebody has pissed me off.”
“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”
Before answering my question, she took her sweet time eating a single strawberry.
“You mean to tell me that you honestly have no clue what set me off?”
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I shook my head. “Not a single one. Please enlighten me here.”
She leaned against the island for support as she stared at me for a few seconds. Taking another berry out of its container, she smothered it with chocolate and took a massive bite. Finally, she swallowed so she would be able to talk. “I was upset because I felt that you were intentionally putting distance between us. You want me to marry you, correct?”
“Yes.” I muttered, then looked down so she could not see my reddening cheeks.
“Then what in the hell will the sleeping arrangement be after the wedding? Would you put me in the basement?” Her tone was firm, but with lightness to it.
I looked up at her with the biggest grin on my face, “Does this mean you are saying yes?”
Her eyes widened as she sucked excess chocolate from her fingers.
She shook her head. “No changing the subject. I want to know if you have a problem with me sleeping in your bed, Ryan.”
“You are the only woman that I have ever asked to move in here. I’m not the guy that girls bring home to meet mommy and daddy. This i
s still new to me.”
She stood there for a moment as if to soak everything in. “You are such a hypocrite! It’s alright for women to meet your folks, but not for you to meet theirs. What sense does that make?”
I sighed a little. “You are the first woman I have let my parents meet. The others were just short acquaintances. But you—you’re different.”
“Is that a nice way of saying I am mentally ill?”
My eyes stared into hers and I could plainly see the sarcasm. Oh, this woman and her smartass mouth. I will definitely have to work with her on that. I shook my head. “No, I do not believe you are mentally ill. You are diverse because you bring out a side to me that I never knew existed.”
She pulled her head back. “A good side, I am hoping…”
“Yes. Now tell me, what about this proposal of mine?”
She bit into another strawberry as she thought about my question, biting that damned lip after she finished chewing.
“I would love to say yes, but I have a few conditions first. You know standard procedure, that sort of thing.”
“I’m asking you to marry me and you want to give me a test?”
A grin appeared on her face, knowing that she had now stolen the limelight. “That’s right, and if you pass, I will agree to wedding bells.”
I sighed, giving into her. “You are going to put me through the wringer, aren’t you?”
“Nope, no wringer. My conditions are not that demanding. They are rather simple,” she said, pausing to put more chocolate on her finger and suck it clean. “Our parents have to formally meet, and not at some fancy-pansy restaurant either. An outdoor barbeque will do.”
“What else?”
She rinsed her sticky fingers and dried them with a towel. Walking back over to the island, she picked up a thin, red folder. She made her way closer to me. “Please read this over for me. If you have any questions, just let me know.”
My eyes blinked a couple of times in confusion. “What is this?”
“It is my only other condition…” she stated with a sly grin spreading across her cheeks.