by Amy Brent
Then without warning he thrusts into my pussy. My orgasm was put on pause, but now it’s rearing to go as my pussy clenches his hardness. I can’t hold back as it’s so damn intense.
Maybe it’s being tied up that makes me want to come so bad?
I’m not experienced to know what’s set it off, but it’s like a fire that can’t be put out it’s just exploding more and more every time he thrusts inside of me. I’m shivering and getting over my orgasm, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing.
“I’m not done with you. Not yet.”
I just came, but that doesn’t stop my pussy from getting wet all over again. It’s as if the first climax didn’t even take place as I start to moan deeply.
“Yes!” I scream as I lift my head up off the pillow every time he thrusts into me. It’s as if at first he was being gentle. Even kind, but only burying part of his dick into me. Now, I have the whole thing and he’s grinding against me. It just feels so fucking good. He starts to pick up his pace and put his hand on my back. He’s moving quicker and he may know me, but I know when he’s reaching the edge.
He starts to slow down a bit and then with one tug, my feet are free and then another, my hands. They both fall away from my body, but I still can’t see as he starts to pick up his pace again. He starts making animal sounds as I bend my body and I’m in a perfect arch shape. My butt is grinding deeper towards him and there’s no gap between us as he starts to push into me.
“Yes, come on baby!”
I scream to him knowing that at any minute he’ll come and my pussy will welcome his seed, as it has done so many times before. But this time it’s different and then as I soak up every last drop, Blake drops on to the bed. I fall flat on to it too, knowing that he’s done and can’t do any more right now.
“Look what you’ve done to me!” He lifts up and takes the blindfold behind my head. I lift up my head and see the sweat on his body. He’s the perfect picture of masculinity and I could sit and watch him all day. There’s no fat on him, just lean meat and muscle.
His cock’s limp, but it’s still big. I could still play with it all day, if I had the strength, but I really don’t right now. We’re both boneless on the bed and then we laugh as we look at each other. We’re out of breath and no longer is he treating me as if I’m a little child that he needs to be molded.
He puts his arm around me and says, “Is there anything that I say that you wouldn’t do?”
I don’t hesitate in replying and saying, “Nothing.”
He holds on to his breath and I wonder what he’s thinking, but I’m too tired to have a conversation.
“You’re a perfect submissive, do you know that? You just do as I say and even when you are scared, you still trust me wholeheartedly. It’s as if you’ve been perfectly molded.”
I remind him, “I have. By you.”
He laughs, “Not in this short space of time. There’s more to it than just having good sex.”
Once again, I feel naive and young compared to him. There’s times that I don’t. I think that maybe underneath it all, we’re nearly equals. I want to know how to please him. I want to know more about what makes him tick.
“How long do you need to be trained to be perfect?”
He hesitates in telling me.
“I don’t know but there’s schools for these things.”
I want to ask how many he’s had and what I do to beat all of them. I want to beg him to let us see each other, if I didn’t need the money so badly I would even tell him to keep it. If it meant that I could be in his life for longer. Not just one week.
“Society makes out that being a submissive is as good as being abused, but there’s so much more to it.”
“Blake, I’d love to know more about it. What do you mean that society makes out that it is about abuse? You’ve never done anything to me that I wasn’t willing to do.”
“Exactly and the role of a Dom is to make sure that the partner allows the control to take place otherwise it’s not allowed to happen. Does that make sense?”
“In a way.”
“I’m not making much sense, because you’ve taken all the energy out of me. I’m drained.”
There’s so much more I want to say, but sleep is possessing my body like a bad spell. I want to know why we’re in this room and not the one that we’re normally in and why he wanted to meet me here, but I can’t, I’m exhausted.
All I feel is a kiss on my forehead, “Get some rest. You’re going to need it. Tomorrow’s another day.”
But we never sleep together. Never ever. Maybe he’ll make an exception, because this is our last night in the house.
Chapter 16: Lily
I wake up in the morning, and there’s no note and no Blake. I did expect him to leave. He’d been doing that every single day. I did expect today to be different. I’m in bed thinking about the conversation that we had; hoping that maybe he’s in the bathroom. I’m leaving today. I’m sure that he wouldn’t just leave knowing that I’m not going to be around. What happened between us meant something to him. That’s the part that I’m confident about.
I decide to wait for a while. I feel that everything’s coming together. It’s as if there’s been this weight lifted from my shoulders. One that I’d been carrying for too long. I sit in bed, waiting and waiting. He’s taken the watch that I’d brought with me, and like all the other rooms, this one has no clock. I can’t believe that I’m in bed waiting for him?
I'm hoping that on my last day, he’ll want to be here and tell me to stay.
God, I need to get a grip. I feel as if I’m losing it and it started the day I came through the door.
I put on the robe which is on the sofa at the side of the bed and then as soon as I put on the slippers and leave all traces of yesterday in the room. I open the door and see the one person that I didn’t want to see today. She’s the reason that I’ve been hiding in the room.
“Good morning Lily,” Lourdes says as if she’s been waiting outside the room.
“Good morning Lourdes.”
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Why does she intimidate me so much? I hate that she has this effect on me. There’s just one problem; she has my phone and purse. I need that today more than anything. I should have called Olivia from the moment I got here. But I didn’t, and as I leave, I feel more than guilty.
“Oh, I was looking for you, to give you this.”
She hands me my purse with the phone and keys in it. The same one that I came in. It feels like a lifetime ago. Even though it’s only been a week so much has happened since then.
“Thanks, I was going to ask for it.”
“From Blake?”
I nod my head; I’m a coward, I’m not going to deny it. I was going to tell him to ask her for it. I had even hoped that after dinner I would see Veronica again and ask her yet it slipped my mind.
“Yes, because I didn’t know how to contact you.”
For some reason she wearing a French maid's costume and she has fishnet tights, and the skirt is so short, I'm sure that as soon as she turns around, I can see her ass.
“Sure. I haven’t seen you in the house.”
I smile, “I keep meaning to go on a tour, but I keep worrying that I’ll go to a part of the house that I’m not supposed to venture in. Or even worse I’ll get lost. This place is big. No, it’s huge.”
She agrees, “It is. Let me take you to your room. Do you know how to get there?”
I feel silly shaking my head; I didn’t even see the map that Blake drew for me to get to this room in the first place. I wonder why he took it? That’s another reason why I was waiting in the room for him. I didn’t know how to get back to my room.
“Follow me. This is your last day right?”
“It is.”
“The driver will take you where you need to go.”
“And Blake?” She sighs, “Mr. Fisher? I haven’t got a clue. Maybe he’s here somewhere. Do you want me to find out?”
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p; My heart’s screaming, yes. Isn’t he even going to say goodbye, but as we walk, I say nothing realizing that I’m leaving and I’m not even thinking about what I came here for.
The money.
“Don’t worry, you'll get paid into the account that you put on the forms.”
“Yes,” I smile as she picks up the pace and I wonder if she feels as awkward about our conversation as I’m feeling right now.
“So, here we are.”
“Wow, this is my room. We got here quickly.”
There’s an awkward silence as we both stand there looking at each other.
“I just want to say that there are no hard feelings. It’s just that another gentleman had bid for you that day and for some reason, Mr. Fisher took it upon himself to take you.”
“Oh,” that means that Blake wanted to be with me from the time that he saw me. I want to kiss her for telling me this, that means that there’s some hope. He fought for me. Wanted me. That’s got to count for something, surely!
“Well, Lourdes it was nice meeting you.”
She shrugs, “Good luck Lily. When you’re ready, just come down, and one of the girls will take you to the driver.”
I want to ask her what she’s thinking, but as she walks away, I wonder if our paths will cross again and if she’ll ever tell me the reason that one minute she wanted to help and the next she was treating me like a disobedient child, but as her back’s to me. I whisper, “Bye Lourdes.”
I open the door and enter the room, part of me is sad to leave it. It’s been an expensive free, holiday resort that’s allowed me to escape my real life and sleeping on a real bed felt like a dream that’s come to a dramatic end.
I close the door and decide that I’ll get dressed in one of the dresses that’s in the closet, but then I see on the bed is the dress that I wore when I first came here. The one that I bought with Olivia. The heels that hurt my feet like crazy are neatly placed by the side of the bed, and that’s when I see it. The thing that I was about to question Lourdes about on top of the dress.
Hundred dollar bills neatly stacked at the top of the dress. Blake’s not coming back. He’s not even going to say goodbye. He’s left me the money, and that’s his way of saying goodbye. I sit on the bed and do the one thing that I’m so good at doing and cry.
The tears start to flood as I slump to the floor, I’m facing the open door, and I don’t care who hears or sees me. Blake has made me feel exactly how I didn’t want to feel about our encounter, like a cheap hooker. One that’s been paid, and he wants out of the house.
“Thanks, Blake!”
I shout out and as I think that I let it out of my system so I can get out of here and do the most important thing in my life right now.
Talk to the lawyer, so that my brother can be by my side, instead of him being in jail and rotting in a cell.
Chapter 17: Blake
I left the cash on the bed, that’s why she was there, to collect. We didn’t start a fucking relationship. It was evident from the outset. She came to collect for whatever she wanted the money for, and she got it.
“Dad?” I ask as we both sit in the limo. We’re on the way to the office. The shits hit the fan and not only do I need to go in but so do the members of the board.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever thought about expanding the business. For business women, to get you know…”
I say as I don’t want Ron listening. That’s another reason why I wanted to sack him. God, there’s so fucking many, but one time I went to lunch, and the man reminded me of something that I’d mentioned on the phone while I was at the back. Not only was he listening, but he didn’t hide the fact that he knew what I was talking about.
“Never mind.”
I look at the window knowing that I can’t see Ron, but I still feel his presence. After all, he’s driving the limo. I don’t know what it is about him, that drives me mad. Maybe, it’s because he’s around the same age as Granddad would be if he was still alive and Ron’s driving a limo.
“When we get to the office, let me do the talking,” dad turns to me and looks at me as if I’m a stranger.
“Dad, I’ve been running this company for the last five years, when you decided to take less responsibility and concentrate on your other businesses.”
“And I was running it before you were born. The members respect me. That’s all. Nothing personal.”
“You’ve got to be fucking joking me. What’s the point of me running it if you’re going to do all the talking? You can spend all night going through the figures and dealing with this shit. I’m tired of you putting me down and treating me as if I’m not even worthy of my position. I’ve worked damn hard for it.”
There’s a silence which would be uncomfortable for anyone else, but dad and I are too stubborn to let technicalities bother us. In fact, it makes me realize more and more that I need to stand up on my own two feet.
“Mr. Fisher and,” Ron clears his throat as he calls on the speaker, “Mr. Fisher. Should I park in the driving spot downstairs or leave you outside the building first?”
As suspected earlier he was listening otherwise he wouldn’t have asked such a question. He always parks in our reversed spot unless I instruct him otherwise before arriving at the building. The one that I’ve grown to love over the last five years feels as if it’s something that I should hate at the moment.
Maybe, it’s old age; it has a habit of making someone feel cold. Or maybe it happened after mom’s death. There wasn’t a need for us to be civil anymore. We didn’t need to make her happy, and it was clear that dad and I never really got on. Mom was the one keeping the peace, now that she’s gone. There’s no one to do that.
“What are you going to do? Keep acting like a child or come in the boardroom with me?”
With that fucking statement, what does he expect me to do?
“Ron just drop us in front of the building.”
Dad smiles at me, “Good I knew that you'd see sense.”
He’s the one that’ll see. As soon as Ron parks outside the building. He rushes to either side to open the doors. The same way that he does every time that he parks. This time I’m walking the opposite direction and not heading into the building.
“Blake, where the fuck are you going?”
Now who’s the one that’s using bad language?
“None of your fucking business.”
And with that, I turn and jump into a taxi. I don’t want anyone to know where I’m going. I just need to be alone, because for the first time in a long time. I feel alone. I don’t need Lily or anyone’s company. Just the one woman who ever loved me. She’s gone, but I know that when I talk to her, she listens. She did when she was alive, and now she’s dead I know that she hears me the same.
Chapter 18: Lily
I just need to be able to get out of bed and not have tears streaming down my eyes every minute. That’s all I’ve been doing whenever I think about Blake.
“Today’s a good day right?” Olivia asks as I come out of my room in my pj’s. A girl’s best friend whenever she feels down. There’s nothing more satisfying then walking around the house in your pjs. Until the realization that you can’t do it forever and you need to go out and be an adult hits home.
“I’m not ugly, right?”
She laughs, “Is this what this is about?”
“He just left Olivia. The money was on the pillow as if I’m some sort of…”
“Prostitute?”
That’s the word that I’ve been avoiding in my mind. I don’t want to think about it that way, but that’s as good as what I did to myself. I prostituted myself out and I was under the disillusion that it was something else. How could he have connected with me?
“You have the money to get Gary out. That’s what you wanted right?” I nod thinking that was exactly what I wanted, “I’ve got the appointment in about an hour with the lawyer. Shoot, I never asked you earlier. Is it okay if I borrow your car?”
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br /> She smiles, “Well, it’s a good job that I’m not on until later tonight. Yes, you can borrow the car. But only on one condition.”
I’m just about to tell her that I’ll pay her back for everything. I know that I owe her money, I just hope that she’ll let me do this. Maybe doing what I set out to do in the beginning will help me focus on Gary and not focus on Blake. The man that took my virginity and then dumped me like a piece of trash.
“What?” I whisper as I feel ashamed of myself over the last few days.
“You need to put a smile on that pretty face. Don’t think about him. You know that there’s auctions every year. You’re not the last or first one for him to have sex with.” I know that she’s trying to reassure me, but it has the opposite effect as I point out.
“That’s the problem, he’s the first that I’ve slept with.”
“But not the last. You got what you went there for and more. And don’t forget that.”
“I’ve got a lawyer to see.”
She pats me on the back and says, “That’s my girl.”
Getting my brother a fair trial was the only reason I sold my virginity in the first place. It was never to fall in love and I need to keep my head out of the clouds to make sure that I focus on the right thing and that’s not Blake Fisher.
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I can’t remember the last time that I had somewhere to go apart from to work or to see Olivia or Gary. This feels a little surreal at the idea of seeing the lawyer and this time saying that I have the money rather than begging him to take the case.
“Ms. Sinclaire, thanks for coming in the office today,” he says as he shakes my hand. I’m a little early, but happy that I didn’t have to wait long to see him. His cold receptionist looked at me as if I was in the wrong building when I arrived and I felt like walking back out again. I need to get my confidence in check and stop running out every time someone intimidates me.