Adjusting the Deal

by S. Moose

  “Eat,” I command, and she picks up the burger, takes a bite, and another. “Good.” I run my fingers down her silky strands of hair, stirring up the clean scent of flowers. “Keep eating.”

  With each bite she takes, I watch her, and I feel my cock getting hard. My hunger isn’t for the food Chef prepared. It’s for something sweeter. Something I didn’t realize I needed until now.

  “Pull your dress up your legs and spread your thighs. Show me your pussy, Chelsea.”

  Her mouth falls open as she pauses and looks at me. She lifts her napkin, pats her pretty little mouth, and slowly turns around in her chair to face me. I watch with hooded eyes as her dress lifts and her white-lace panties are revealed.

  White…pure and innocent.

  Virginal.

  “I want more,” I grunt, and the pink color in her cheeks deepens. When I look down at the treasure I’ve been seeking, I notice a wet spot, and this jolts my cock to attention. She likes this. She wants me to be commanding.

  I spring forward, place my hands on the top of the chair, and push it back so she’s beneath me.

  “Is this what you want?” she asks, her tone husky and hesitant.

  “Oh, sweet girl, it is. If this is too much for you, I need you to tell me. Our relationship needs to be based on trust and communication. I’m not a mind reader, and I don’t think you’d lie to me.”

  “I wouldn’t lie; I’ll be completely honest. I like this. I want this.”

  My hands fluidly move from the chair, down her cheeks to hold her face. “Take off your dress.” I push myself back and watch her fly into action.

  She scrambles up, yanks her dress over her head, and lets it fall to the floor. With the garment now lying on the floor and her arms resting at her sides, her gaze finally meets mine.

  I stroll around behind her, set my hands on her bare shoulders, and roll my thumbs over her tight muscles. Gently, I massage her, focusing on the knots and gradually releasing each one with slight pressure.

  “Remember,” I say, winding my fingers around soft curls, “if you ever feel uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop. I want your full trust.”

  “I-I trust you.”

  “Good.”

  I skim my hands down her arms, spin her around, and kneel down until my lips brush the top of her panties. I can smell her creamy arousal, and slowly, I run my fingers along her inner thighs and back up to her hips until I reach the waistband of her panties.

  “Keep going?”

  She nods, and I draw the undergarment down her legs, pull it off her feet, and shove it in my pocket.

  “You’re taking my panties?”

  “Yes,” I simply answer, and press my finger to her slick, wet opening. Her folds glisten with juices, and I watch the way she throws back her head, gripping my hair with her hands.

  “Liam,” she rasps, keeping her head tilted back, and her eyes closed.

  I lift her leg and prop it over my shoulder, push my face closer to her sweet cunt, and breathe in her sweetness. I could fuck her here, but I’m very much enjoying this.

  “Such a beautiful pussy,” I say roughly before sliding my tongue between her folds. Her moans are soft and sensual as I lick and suck her clit. Her body squirms and I pull away.

  “Be a good girl and stay still.”

  “But it feels so good.” She breathes out.

  “I know.” I smirk. “But I need you to stay still…or else.” I keep my voice demanding and low.

  When I see her nodding, complying to my request, I go back to her pussy. The sexy moans grow louder and I suck harder, sliding two fingers into her tight hole.

  “Tell me,” I whisper. “Am I the first man to taste this beautiful cunt?”

  “Yes,” she moans. “You’re the first.”

  “Just what I want to hear. And I’ll also be the last. Right?”

  “Yes. Right. Just you.”

  I’m lost in her, in the sweetness of her pussy, and the melody of her words ringing in my ears. She’s following directions and her moans grow louder. She tightens around my fingers and I know she’s ready to come. I slow my facial movements, and instead of sucking her, I press my lips against her inner thigh.

  “Please, Liam. I was almost there.”

  Without responding, I spread her wet folds and run my tongue down until I can skim my finger over her small, puckered rear hole and suck on it.

  “This will be mine soon, too.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Chelsea

  I stare up at the deepest brown eyes I’ve seen, and I’m sinking into his stare. His hands cup my face as they travel down my body and onto my hips where he lifts me up and settles me on his lap. I notice his cock is hard already, and my cheeks deepen with warmth. For some reason, I don’t feel embarrassed. I actually want more.

  Last night was amazing. The way he commanded me, telling me what to do, made my pussy clench, and I was so turned on. After leaving his office, we spent the rest of the day in the pool, relaxing and playing, and then we had dinner and went to bed together. All through the night, I watched him sleep, and he looked so peaceful. So at ease. It helped me sleep, too, and when I woke up and saw him staring at me, butterflies flew in my belly, and I realized how deep I was with him.

  This morning, I’m in the kitchen and Chef is cooking our breakfast. I’m listening to him tell me about his journey to becoming a chef and how much he misses his parents and cousins who are still living in Italy where he’s from.

  “Have you thought about going back?”

  “Here and there,” he says in his singsong, Italian accent. “I think I’ll be going in two months, but I need to speak with Mr. Donovan first.”

  “Speak to me about what?”

  Liam saunters in. My gaze is drawn to him and I stop prepping our plates. He’s freshly showered, his damp hair is wavy, and he’s wearing workout shorts and a white shirt. Casual Liam is so hot.

  “Ah, sir, just to talk to you about my vacation. I’d like to go back to Italy and visit my family. If that’s okay with you, sir.”

  “Certainly. Have you ever been, Chelsea?”

  I shake my head. “Never had the pleasure.”

  “So it’s a done deal.” He claps his hands. “While Chef’s in Italy with his family, I’ll take you along, as well. We won’t stay the whole month…”

  “A month, sir?”

  “Yes, Chef. A month. You need to spend time with your family, and I’d like to show Chelsea Italy. She loves fashion and art. It’ll be perfect.”

  “Oh…” Chef starts to say. “I don’t think I can afford to be gone a whole month.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll give you your bonus early, and I promise you’ll be fine.”

  When Liam’s phone rings, he excuses himself and walks out of the kitchen. I’m still standing behind the counter with my mouth slightly open.

  Chef leans down to me and whispers, “You’re never allowed to leave here. Mr. Donovan isn’t normally this friendly, so whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.”

  I laugh and push him away. “Oh, stop it.”

  I turn and look out the window, staring at the man who wants to give me the world, who I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with.

  But what I’m not sure about is how to handle any of this.

  Chapter Twelve

  Liam

  When we’re done with breakfast, I show her around the mansion and take her outside to the gardens. I watch the way she admires the flowers and I’m glad I have Lark manage the garden. It’s been a while since I’ve taken the time to come out here and admire the flowers. Admire the peacefulness being here brings me.

  “It’s so beautiful out here, Liam.” Hearing her say this makes my heart leap.

  “This is yours, so whatever you want to add or take away just let me know. Lark will work hard to create your dream.”

  I watch her touch one flower, feeling the soft petal between her fingers, and then move on to the next. When she turns her head to
look over her shoulder at me, a small smile plays on her face, and all I can think about is her giving it to me willingly. Her soft, pink, virgin pussy, and her sweet mouth, taking me. All of me. Fully and completely.

  No one will love her as much as I do. No one will give her the world and stars. I will make her happy and, soon, she’ll be mine. All mine.

  “Liam?”

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  “Are you planning to do anything that I won’t be comfortable with?”

  I’m standing in front of her in mere seconds with one hand firmly on her hip and the other caressing her cheek. “I promise I’ll never push you. You’re the one with all the power. Whatever you say, I’ll do. Whatever you want, I’ll give you. All you need to do is tell me. This won’t work if you’re not completely honest.”

  “I’m a little nervous,” she admits. “You’re beyond handsome, and with so much more experience. Why do you want someone as inexperienced as me?”

  I twirl a piece of her blonde hair between my fingers and run my thumb along her bottom lip. “Because my life was on autopilot and there was nothing much to look forward to. I was in the dark and gave my life to working. I’ve built a life for myself, but it’s lonely with no one to share it with. When you offered yourself to me, I didn’t think I knew where this was going. I thought I’d have you work for me, and we’d live separate lives. As soon as you walked into my home, I felt a connection so deep, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Then, when you fell asleep in my arms, in my bed, I knew you were the one for me. The one I’ve been waiting for.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes,” I honestly answer.

  Before she’s able to say anything, someone clears their throat, and I turn to see Jack. I know he wouldn’t have interrupted us if it weren’t something that needed my attention.

  “I’ll be back in a little bit. My staff is yours, as well. Whatever you want or need, let them know.” I lean down and lightly kiss her forehead before walking away into the study with Jack.

  Once we’re inside with the door locked, I wait for him to tell me what’s going on.

  Once he finishes his explanation, I ask, “Since when?”

  “Last night. Her flight landed and she’s staying at the house in Canandaigua.”

  “I see. Keep an eye on her movements. I need to know what she’s up to. We must remain one step ahead of her.”

  “Very well, sir.” Jack leaves me alone in the office to contact my head of security to ensure Chelsea is safe.

  My business takes longer than expected. I’m watching Chelsea on the computer screen. She’s done lounging by the pool and is now in the kitchen talking to my head chef. They’re laughing and I like how my staff treats her.

  Chef Michaels places a plate of desserts in front of her and I turn the volume slightly up so I can hear her voice. Hear her laugh.

  She takes a bite of the cake and softly moans. My dick instantly hardens. A low groan escapes my throat, and I get up from the chair to unbutton my pants and take out my cock. My grip grows tighter when I zoom in and see her soft features and innocent smile. The camera’s showing me her beautiful face. I touch the monitor and run my finger down the screen, imagining touching her lip again while stroking my hard dick. I grin to myself when she takes another bite of the dessert and throws her head back, telling Michaels it’s the best she’s ever had.

  I’m slowly stroking the length, remembering her pussy in my face, the moans leaving her soft lips, and the way I feel when she’s with me.

  During the very short amount of time she’s been here, I already know she’s what I want. Every day I want to learn more about her so I can make all her dreams a reality. She’ll never have to ask for anything because I’ll know what to provide for her.

  I’m studying her, watching her movements, and carefully listening to her words. I know she’s strong, fierce, and doesn’t take no for an answer. So, even though she knows she can leave, I know she won’t. The way we have been together, I take note of the way she relaxes into me, accepting everything I do for her.

  If I’m not mistaken, her fantasies of me mirror my fantasies of her. Our feelings will merge as one, and we’ll be together. The idea of settling down is comfortable, and it’s because of her.

  Since the night she sent me that text message and pictures to follow, I’ve known she was who I wanted. Even though she thinks she avoided me, I still managed to catch glimpses of her whenever I was around. I’ve watched her grow into a beautiful woman in the two years since that night. When she graduated high school, I was there, and applauded her when she accepted her diploma and walked with confidence from the stage. I watched the way she studied, looking through bridal magazines, drawing her own ideas, and sitting at the kitchen table for hours, working on one design.

  And now that we’re living together, and we’re getting to know one another, I know without a doubt in my mind, she’s the reason why I’m adjusting the deal. She’ll carry my last name and I’ll plant the seeds for her to carry. Everything I’m planning will be worth the price when it all falls into place.

  I stroke my dick harder and faster, watching the way she licks her heart-shaped lips, wishing those lips were around my cock and those moans were for me. She’s all I want. No other woman compares to my precious doll; she’s so close to being mine. I want those lips to touch my body, and I long to listen to all the sweet words she’ll speak. I want her pure, untouched pussy for me, and me only. I want to worship her. I want to please her.

  I’m memorizing everything about her body and taking in those laughs and moans. The strap of her dress slides down her shoulder, revealing a sun kissed tan. Her tiny and tone body is mouthwatering and I’m thinking about all the ways I’ll fuck her then make love to her. Her body’s a temple for me to protect. Always will protect. When she throws her head back in laughter and I see the way her tits slightly bounce, I grip my cock harder. Soon, white, hot come spurts from my cock and lands on my bare thighs as I groan her name, close my eyes, and imagine her coming on my face. The tension I’ve been feeling is released and I’m able to relax a little.

  After she’s done trying the desserts, I watch her get up and walk out of the kitchen and down the hall. The cameras in my house capture her every move and record her for me to watch later on. My own personal collection of Chelsea.

  When she walks up the stairs, down the hall, and to her bedroom, I notice the way she climbs into bed and hikes up her dress, touching her bare legs up to her thighs. I lean in closer to the monitors and notice her fingers hooking her bikini bottoms as she lifts her beautiful ass off the bed and slides down the tiny black bottoms. She lifts the dress off her slender body and tosses it on the floor. I watch the way she reaches behind, unties the top, and lets it fall off, leaving her tits exposed and her pussy bare. I keep staring at her, and soon her hand is sliding down her body. I watch the way she rubs her rosy nipples and clit, and when I turn the volume up on the monitors and hear how wet she is, my dick gets impossibly hard again.

  “Liam,” she mutters and the grip I have on my dick hardens. “Oh, Liam.” She’s calling out for me while pleasuring herself.

  I lean back on the chair, listening to the way my name slips from her lips makes my obsession for her grow.

  “I’m right here, sweetheart,” I whisper back to her and finish sooner than I wanted.

  She’s off her bed and walking around her bedroom, naked. Beautifully naked. I don’t want to disturb her, but we’ve been apart for too long. When I get up and clean myself, I tuck my dick back into my pants and look in the mirror to make sure I look presentable. I stand there for a few moments and tell myself I’m not a monster for keeping her here. My gaze falls lower. For a man my age, I’m fit and maintain my lean muscles by running, kickboxing, and lifting weights every day. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt, and my eyes go to the spot I hold dear. My broad chest is tan and I maintain a hairless chest and taut stomach.

  When I make sure I’m presentable, I leave my
office and walk to her closed bedroom. I lift my hand and gently knock.

  She opens the door after a couple of minutes, dressed in a new dress, and her hair is braided and hangs to the side. “Hi, Liam.”

  “Sweetheart, I see the sun has been nice to you.” I run my finger down her braid. “I like this.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I’d like to show you something.” I extend my hand to hers and she willingly takes it. “Please, follow me.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chelsea

  “Close your eyes.”

  I immediately do as he says as he guides me down the long hallway. My heart races with anticipation. I’m not sure what to think or what to expect.

  Since being here with Liam, I’ve felt safe, and I don’t want to leave him. My mother used to say to trust my instincts and go with my gut. When Liam told me I was to live with him, it saddened me because of what my parents had done, but excitement stirred inside me with eager expectation for the new life ahead.

  I’m thinking about my parents a lot more today and I want to know how they’re doing. It’s been almost a week since I left with Liam. There are voice messages from them that I haven’t listened to yet. I know I should check them, and I know I should tell them I’m okay and that I’m one hundred percent happy.

  When I become aware of his hands tightly holding mine again, I instantly relax, and thoughts of my parents fade from my mind. Liam’s layers are thick and sometimes hard to peel back. He’s the only person who has ever made me nervous and elated all at the same time. I want to please him and not make him regret taking me away. As much as I should be upset and angry, I’m truly not.

  The feel of his arms around me relaxes me. The anticipation of knowing what he’s going to show me fills my senses and my thoughts run rapid. How can this beautiful man want to give me so much?

  “Are you ready to open your eyes?”

  “Yes.” I try to keep my excitement to an acceptable level.

  “Okay, sweetheart.”

  As soon as I open my eyes, my jaw drops and I rush inside, touching the stacks of paper, pencils, fabric, the sewing machine, and every bridal magazine possible. The fabrics are rich and smooth. Everything’s new and untouched. There are two mannequins to the side and a massive balcony. From where I’m standing, behind my station, I can see the backyard and gardens.