Protecting Maya

by Nicole Casey

  We did pass by a donut shop on the way to Dylan’s office building but I wasn’t hungry yet and I didn’t want to ruin my makeup so we passed. After another good ten minutes or so, we arrived at the office.

  Dylan Bernard’s office was one of the nicest business areas I had ever been to. The building was a good six stories high but most of it was dedicated to his contractors. They were the people who actually bought and sold all of the properties. The only time Dylan himself got involved was when people were buying some of the top priority properties. The property Daddy and I were trying to buy, happened to be one of them.

  Once we got there, we didn’t even have to go in. Dylan was right at the parking lot waiting for us. He was standing tall, in his grey and black suit, leaning on his beautiful red Porsche convertible.

  “Hello Mr. Vergara,” he greeted my dad as soon as we got out of the car.

  They shook hands and I followed suit. I felt giddy just to feel him squeezing my hand that way.

  “You were out here waiting for us?”

  He nodded at me and explained, “I knew Mr. Vergara was in a rush so I didn’t want to hassle you. I have all the necessary papers with me. I just need you to sign them off, sir. One of these is a document that certifies Cherry here will stand in your place while you’re gone.”

  My dad agreed and quickly took a look at some of the papers Dylan took out from a small, brown suitcase. I simply stood there as I waited, trying to be as patient as I could. I couldn’t help but keep my gaze on Dylan, however, and I could have sworn he noticed me looking his way.

  It was a good thing that my father was a fast reader. He went through those documents rather quickly and when he was done he looked at me and back at Dylan.

  “I’ll be heading off to the airport,” my dad said to me. “I can leave the car here with you or I can keep it at the storage unit we have at the airport. Which one do you prefer? We should have let you drive your car today.”

  I shrugged, “Either’s fine with me.”

  Dylan then interrupted, “Oh, you can keep it stored, sir. I can drive her around for today.”

  Both my dad and I looked back at Dylan. He looked back at us with a dry and almost uncaring face, as if driving me back home after our meeting was nothing to him.

  “It’s fine, trust me,” he then explained. “I need to speak with her anyway and get some of the other legal issues ironed out.”

  I bit my lip. My heart pounded faster. I felt my knees buckle and I started to fidget.

  He was pushing for him and me to be alone together. It was like my most wicked dreams coming true at that very moment.

  “Yeah, I agree,” I then butt in just so my father couldn’t say otherwise. “Come on, dad, you have to hurry or you’ll miss your flight.”

  “Aren’t we supposed to go with him?” Dylan asked.

  I shook my head, “No, he needs to go right now anyway. I’ll just join you and we can go through the rest of the papers. I want to audit what needs to be finished for the transaction so we can process the transfer of titles as soon as possible.”

  I could only hope I sounded as professional as I thought I was.

  My dad thought about it for a second, but he eventually relented, “All right. Just make sure you update me as soon as you guys have finished. I want to know every little detail so I can tell the others. They’re already bugging me with so many different questions.”

  “Of course, daddy,” I said. I was starting to feel a little impatient. “Now go on.”

  He gave me a quick kiss good-bye and then shook Dylan’s hand before he hopped back into his car. I waved and watched until his vehicle was out of sight.

  As soon as I knew we were completely alone, I turned around to face Dylan.

  “Where do we go now?” I asked. Just standing there, looking at him, I felt like my dreams had suddenly come true. I was sincerely being a fan-girl to him. It was like a country girl suddenly getting the chance to ask a superstar for an autograph.

  For a moment he just looked at me.

  Oh god. It was that stare again, the one where I felt his eyes pierce through me as if he was stripping me naked in his mind. I felt so exposed as his gaze lingered and roamed across me.

  After a while, he finally answered, still in his cold and stale tone, “Let’s go get something to eat while we discuss business. I’ll bring you over to the Golden Lobster joint close to Mercury Wild.”

  I knew that place. It was pretty expensive so I had never actually been in there. Knowing I’d finally have a chance, I nodded back, “Sure. Thank you.”

  “A girl like you shouldn’t go hungry,” he answered. It was a little bit of a shock to hear smooth talk coming from him. “Hop on in the car, we can go now. You can explain the legal stuff you still need from me on the drive there.”

  That sounded like a plan to me. I got into his car and buckled tight.

  This was going to be one heck of a day.

  3

  Dylan

  My morning drive with Cherry was a lot livelier than I had imagined. She really knew her stuff when it came to her father’s business.

  The drive from my office parking lot to the Golden Lobster was only ten minutes but during that span of time Cherry managed to spill the beans regarding all the necessary papers we needed to finish.

  As it turned out their company needed a lot of assurances, permits and inspection certificates since they were planning to put up a hospital there.

  I absorbed it all as quickly and as efficiently as I could. It was so hard to keep a straight face when this beautiful girl was seated just a few feet away from me. She smelled so good, too. Oh, Fuck! It was driving me crazy. I wanted to lean in and kiss her neck and ears so many times. It was like she was wearing some kind of scent that made me want to pounce right onto her.

  When we arrived at the Golden Lobster, there wasn’t much business talk to attend to. She covered everything necessary in the car. I didn’t want to back out from my offer though and insisted that we step in to eat. As it turned out, she had skipped breakfast so I further pushed through with my intentions.

  “You’re my client,” I explained to her as I patted her lower back and urged her to go in with me. “I want to make sure all your needs are taken care of.”

  “That’s awfully sweet,” she said in a sultry low voice. It was nerve-wracking to hear and my cock was jumping stiff from her every word.

  It was like her normal speaking voice was a girl moaning in the middle of hot, wild sex. I could only imagine how she sounded when actually fucking.

  Once inside I ordered a simple three-course meal. Nothing too heavy but still something to make sure she would go home full and satisfied.

  “So, you’ve been in this business with your father for years?” I asked her right as our appetizer was served. “It looks like you really know the ins and outs of the business.”

  Cherry nodded back and took a sip of her lemonade, “I’ve been working with him for two years now. It’s been really tough but I do enjoy it. The mathematics and paperwork kind of give me this sort of high, you know? It makes me feel so…”

  “…alive?” I tried to complete her sentence.

  “Yeah, you got it,” she confirmed with a grin.

  I looked at her, studying her features. The way she smiled made her look like she was trying to seduce me. I wasn’t entirely sure but I did know I liked how she smiled.

  She was a vixen of no comparison. I’d take her in the blink of an eye and fuck her brains out. Maybe she’d even like it that way – rough and wild.

  “Mr. Bernard?” her voice snapped me back to reality.

  I turned back to her and just realized she was saying something. I raised an eyebrow and tried to fake my way through the conversion, “Yes?”

  “I was asking if you went through the same deal before,” she – fortunately – repeated her statement. “Did you work for your dad before you became a world-famous real estate master?”

  Quickly I
shut down and simply shook my head, “No. Come on, let’s finish the meal and I’ll hand you the documents you were asking for. I have them at the office.”

  She jerked her head back and I knew my sudden coldness must have shocked her. She finished the rest of her meal in silence, looking down mostly at her phone instead of me. We didn’t share much afterwards except in regards to the transaction.

  * * *

  After our lunch, I drove her back to the office, picked up the sanitation certificates she needed and then drove her back home.

  It was a little bigger than I expected out of a middle-class family like hers. Her dad must have really worked hard to get what they have now.

  “Have a good day, Mr. Bernard,” she said as she stepped out of the car.

  I merely waved back. I still had to get back to the office and meet a few other clients.

  I also had to get her out of my head. I was starting to imagine how she’d look if her mouth was open with my cock buried deep in it.

  When I was back at the office parking lot, I was going to rush back in for work. That was when I noticed something had dropped out of her bag.

  What the hell was that?

  As I looked closer, I figured that it was something really small and bound with twine – her notebook.

  “She’ll come back for it, I guess,” I told myself.

  Just when I was about to toss it inside the glovebox, my curiosity got the better of me. One little peek at what was inside wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?

  I carefully opened the notebook, as if I was going to uncover the biggest secret. When I did, the contents of her little notebook were a sudden – but pleasant – surprise.

  “Oh Ms. Vergara,” I mumbled softly as I read what she wrote. “You are one naughty little slut.”

  She wrote everything a girl would never want someone like me to read. It made me giddy inside just thinking about it. There were a bunch of fantasies and different things she wanted me to do to her.

  “Oh, how I think about his ripped muscles and the way his dark eyes pierce into my soul,” I read aloud.

  “I can only imagine how it would feel if he were to press those heavy hands on my body and crush my tits with a squeeze.”

  “I can only imagine how it would feel to let his tongue slither between my legs and play with my pussy.”

  “Oh, how I want him to take me and pound me from behind like a bitch.”

  “I feel so slutty just writing this down but maybe I really am one.”

  “I’ve never had sex before but if I were to throw my virginity out the window I’d hope I’d do it for a man as hot as Dylan.”

  When I dug in a little deeper I even found her descriptions of the different kinds of sex toys she wanted me to try on her.

  I couldn’t help but laugh when I read an entry where she detailed how she wanted me to fuck her mouth while she used a vibrator down in her pussy. Maybe this girl would do a good performance in a threesome if she wanted to get double-fucked like that. That was a juicy little tidbit.

  There were pages upon pages more of this type of entries. It was amusing to see just what kind of dirty thoughts she had. It was even more surprising to discover she was a virgin. According to her kinky diary, she did experiment a few times with some men but it never got anywhere. To this day the most she’d done was watch porn online and play with her own pussy, careful to not thrust her fingers in.

  I read a little more. She had a lot of different things she wanted to experiment with. She wanted to try normal, vanilla sex. She wanted to try having sex in a public place, in the car and even in a dark theater. She wanted to try having sex blindfolded or bound. I was curious to know just how much BDSM she wanted to give into. Cherry wanted to try so many different positions it was a wonder to read through it all.

  The best parts of her diary, however, were the entries where she wrote little narrations of sex.

  For the most part, she kept on writing snippets of her having sex with me. It was interesting to read the bits where she imagined what my cock was like.

  Fuck. I really want to see the look on her face when she gets to see my cock for real. I planned to smack it on her face before thrusting it in deep down her mouth and throat. While she gags on it I’ll play with her little clit and make her cum before I even shove my cock in her pussy and fuck her ‘till she screams like a slut begging for more.

  “Let’s make those fantasies come true…” I whispered.

  My mind was already swirling with different ideas of what I could do to her. “This is going to be a very interesting business deal.”

  I slid the notebook into my back pocket and then headed back inside the office. For the rest of the day I paid little attention to the book of fantasies but once all the work was done I had nothing left to do but log online and search for Cherry Vergara on multiple social media sites.

  She had a ton of them. A Facebook account, a Twitter account, and an Instagram account. She even had her own YouTube channel where she posted vlogs about her daily activities. I watched the vlogs and just admired her talking without concentrating on what she was really saying. Stalking her on social media only put more fire to the wood on my determination to get her.

  “Kinky little kitten, let daddy make all your dreams come true,” I said to myself.

  4

  Dylan

  The next afternoon I was getting ready to leave work when I decided it was time to experiment with my discovery.

  Yes. I wanted Cherry. I wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. And obviously, she wanted me, too. That was the best part.

  I was giddy with excitement and I didn’t let anyone in my office that afternoon so I could just masturbate while thinking of her luscious figure and the way her tits bounced when she walked. Now it was time to give her a call.

  “Hello, Ms. Vergara?” I tried to sound as professional as I could.

  It took her a moment to realize it was me and I once again got hard when I heard her voice.

  “Yes, Mr. Bernard?”

  “I’ve been thinking about how I treated you last time we met,” I told her. “I was hoping I could make up for my rude attitude and behavior and treat you out later tonight.”

  Suddenly her voice chirped up with excitement, “Oh, I appreciate it. Hum, around what time though?”

  “How about seven o’clock this evening?” I asked. “I’ll make sure to give you some of the remaining documents you and your father need too and after that, we don’t need to talk about work for the rest of the night. I promise.”

  “Thank you,” she sounded both nervous and mirthful at the same time.

  “I’ll see you then. Oh, wait! Where are we going? What kind of clothes do I need to wear?”

  “How about we head to Mercury Wild?” I suggested. “I’m friends with the Trevor Wild, the owner of the club, and I know you’re acquainted with him and his wife too. Your dad helped finance the place after all.”

  She sounded okay with that, “Sure. I’ll see you at seven then.”

  I ended the call and nearly leaped in triumph.

  I had her now. That little kinky slut was mine.

  Well, almost.

  It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a woman and I was going to fill in the gap by screwing her pussy hard and fast.

  There was still some work left to do though. Fortunately, my company had a lot of talented people who could handle the work for me.

  I did have one client who insisted I work with him directly so that one I couldn’t hand off to one of my employees. It was Mr. Chan and he was one of the key advisors to my friend Preston Maxwell and his wife, Lyla. Preston dealt in business acquisitions and was also a friend of Trevor and Jasmine Wild.

  Once my meeting with Mr. Chan was done, I quickly drove back home to my manor by the beach. I changed into a pair of jeans and a fit black shirt – I wanted Cherry to get a better look at my muscles this time around. Maybe the sight of my physique would already make her
wet.

  I drove over to her place and rang the doorbell. I checked my watch and was pleased to see I was five minutes early.

  The door opened and I felt the wind get knocked out of me when I saw her in her evening attire.

  She was so fucking hot.

  Cherry wore a dark green mini dress. It was really short, letting me get a good glimpse of her smoking hot legs and the neckline was really low so I had a good view of her cleavage. She had big tits too so the view was awesome. I then discovered it was also backless so now I had an idea of just how sexy she would look when I get to fuck her doggy-style. She was so hot it was driving me insane!

  “Good evening, Mr. Bernard,” she finally greeted with a sweet smile.

  “Please, call me Dylan,” I insisted as I took her hand and helped her to my car. “You look really lovely tonight.”

  She blushed. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

  We got into the car and began our drive over to Mercury Wild, the best bar and restaurant in town. It was mostly a bustling place for drinks and live bands but on the weekends they cleared out the center area and turned the place into a dance club. It can get pretty wild in there at times. I was hoping for that level of wildness tonight.

  When we got there, the place was exploding with life. It was so crowded I worried that we wouldn’t get a good spot. Fortunately, I found Brayton, one of the guys working there. He told me there was still one VIP table up on the second floor and it had a good view of the dance floor.

  Even with people dancing I was pleased to see a live band performing. It was engrossing to just be there. It was like my libido was jacked up to the highest setting without having to drink anything.

  Cherry was a little shy but she did come along as we were led to our table. She was going to sit across me but I urged for her to sit beside me instead. I noticed that she bit down on her lip when she scooted over.

  “I’ll have a bottle of vodka, the Artemis please,” I ordered. Brayton took note and I then turned to Cherry and asked, “Is vodka fine with you?”