Belonging Part III

by J. S. Wilder

  I’m unable to speak while he dries himself and then pulls back the covers for us to crawl inside. I lay on top of him, with his arms wrapped around me. I squeeze him so tight and he kisses the top of my head and says, “Deborah Withers, just remember you’re mine. No one else’s but mine.”

  Chapter Five

  We’re woken by a rude awakening which turns out to be Betty thumping on our door like her life depends on it. Roy crawls slowly out of bed and grabs a robe. He answers the door and all I can hear are whispers. Then he shuts the door and comes over to me.

  “You haven’t eaten all day.” I nod. I feel weak and it’s true I haven’t eaten all day. “It’s three. Get dressed, let’s eat.”

  I don’t have the strength to argue. My stomach says it all for me when it grumbles loudly and we laugh while he kisses my forehead. I sit up on the bed and watch him get ready for a brief moment and say, “Mr Sparks if you keep kissing me like that then people will talk.”

  I go to the wardrobe which has all my clothes already set-up in there.

  Looks like he really has moved me in.

  I put on my green summer dress and knickers quickly. I rush into the bathroom to get a brush to tidy my hair.

  When he shouts back, “Let them talk. See you upstairs.” I hear his words and before I can respond, I feel a change. Maybe it’s my imagination, but Roy was showing me something he never did before and I liked it... love.

  I am just about to respond when I move back into the room and he has already left. That was quick. I take in my surroundings once more. The large airy room feels like something I could definitely get used to. I shut the door and make my way up the stairs.

  ***

  As I open the dining room door I hear them having a heated discussion. I wish I’d eavesdropped on the conversation before opening the door. I sigh as I think how childish that would be and should just come out straight and ask what the issue is.

  As I sit down. Betty straightens out her dress and I stare in Roy’s direction.

  “You look pretty in that dress, definitely brings out the colour in your eyes.”

  I smile. Mmm... compliments too?

  “Why, thank you.” I smile as Carla brings out my soup. I’ve never been a fan of soup, but I can't control my hunger and I dive straight in. I ignore the small talk buzzing around my ears as I drink the soup from my spoon and in between that dip my bread. Gosh, it tastes good. She should have brought the baguette over to the table and that’s exactly what I demand of her as soon as my bowl’s dry.

  “All that sex, makes you hungry!” Betty blurts out with a smile on her face.

  “So it does,” Roy and I reply in unison. We laugh and he asks Carla to bring a baguette for him too. We look at each other with love in our eyes and all the signs are there that things are changing between us.

  We sit in silence as we wait for Carla to bring our main course and then she leaves.

  “I told Betty that you aren’t going to do it,” Roy says in between mouthfuls.

  “Did I say that?” I question and he stops eating as if he’s shocked by my response.

  “So, what are you saying?” Betty asks, intrigued by the change in my tone.

  “You wanted me to find your secrets. After I do then I want to be left in peace.”

  No one speaks. Roy just has his mouth wide open, staring at me with disappointment in his eyes. “You would sleep with him to find out the secrets, but—”

  “No, Roy I never said that.”

  “Ah!” exclaims Betty. “This girl’s smarter than I thought. She thinks with her brains and not her dick.”

  “That’s because, I don’t have a dick.”

  Roy sniggers relieved that I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone but him.

  “No, we need to fix you up, Deborah Withers. Make you a proper lady.”

  “She’s fine the way she is,” Roy replies like a lovesick teenager.

  I gaze at him and wonder if this is some sort of trick, until he says, “I’m not comfortable with this.”

  “I am,” sighs Betty.

  “I am,” I confirm and I can see the tension in his shoulders, which means he’s not happy with it at all. We need to talk as the realisation of why they were having a heated discussion, dawns on me. The miserable Betty I encountered when I came into the room has now been replaced with an excited version of her. She starts talking about her plans and her excitement about me joining their team.

  Can I trust them? Are they really showing their true feelings now?

  I tuck into my beef casserole and chocolate cake desert with everything circulating in my mind. Betty starts to drink too much white wine as we eat and before I know it she’s light headed and ready to leave the table. She is singing and dancing by the time she leaves the room. She blows kisses in the air as she closes the door and makes her exit. I’m too busy laughing at her behaviour. Her deep voice turns high-pitched the more she drinks and she’s a bit too open about her desires for Henry.

  After she leaves and I am alone with Roy. The room somehow feels uncomfortable. Roy’s in a different place to me, as sexy as he looks in his blue shirt and matching trousers, his spiked hair looks deflated.

  He opens his mouth and I say at the same time, “We need to talk!”

  Chapter Six

  He rushes over to me as if I have fire all over my body and he needs to put it out. He throws the chair backwards and I pull on his shirt. I cradle my nails round the collar of his shirt and then I pop his buttons with urgency. He pushes me onto the wooden dining table, pushing everything on the floor or just out of our way.

  He rips off my panties as if they’re a piece of paper.

  “Oh, my,” I say while I watch him drop his trousers. My legs open in anticipation. I lift my leg up and he pushes it to the side as he stretches across and takes the bottle of wine and pours it on my body as if it’s a glass.

  “I’m going to lick it off you and then I’ll suck you dry.”

  “You are a bad boy!” I laugh as I throw my head up leaning on my elbows.

  He starts teasing me, by putting the bottle top in my pussy and then he starts to pour the wine there. It’s almost like he’s making a cocktail of cum.

  “The best cum cocktail I’ve ever had,” he laughs as he sucks the wine out of my pussy. Shit, he’s driving me wild. I can feel the sparkles of the wine tingling on my pussy walls. I need him to finish me off and I cry out as I use my hands to touch myself. He stops when he lifts his head up. I’m sitting on the dining room table with my fingers in my pussy and rubbing my nipples. I think he’s going to join me with his dick, he doesn’t as I sit up and watch him.

  “Roy!”

  “I like watching you... make me cum.”

  His dick is jerking up and down and with my cunt throbbing for him to come inside. I spread my legs wider. I have my feet up on the table, so he can get a good look.

  He grabs the chair that he threw to the ground and sits down. He takes the bottle of wine, licks the ring, his eyes are on me while he takes slurps of the wine and says, “Carry on.”

  I’ve never done a show, but for some reason I feel less than shy. My dress is ripped apart. I have no knickers and my pussy is full of white wine. Yet, I feel surreal. Like I’m going on a different journey. A Deborah exploring herself trip, but I need him. Roy has to help me understand what I need do for myself. I focus on him while the door to my sensuality is unlocked.

  I gradually slip my finger inside. The first one, just feels as if I’m just easing myself into the position.

  “Put a couple more in there. Slowly...” I do as he commands and slip a couple more fingers inside and start to rub my walls. They feel soft and watching him lick his lips I imagine his tongue inside me just making me cum. I can’t hold it in as I flick my nipple and make a circle in my pussy with my fingers.

  Shit, is this what he does to me?

  I never knew I could do this to myself. I lick my lips and start panting like a dog, the deepe
r I put my fingers inside me. I look down and see him stroking his cock and then I start pretending that his penis is the one making me cum.

  I’m so sore from before because our sex was rough. I’m gentle with myself, but yet I still end up being rough as my clit starts throbbing even more.

  “Cum for me baby,” he cries as he jerks off even more. Shit, I want to cum at the same time.

  I shiver as the experience makes me feel in tune with myself. I’m so hot and I feel like a brand new woman. I smile as his cum lands on his trousers and he rips the part of my dress still under my butt and uses it to wipe himself.

  “I think I’m falling for you,” I say as I make my way over to him and sit on his lap.

  “Think?”

  “Okay, I am,” I say trying to avoid looking into his eyes.

  “Well, I fell a long time ago,” he replies while he moves my hair from out of my eyes and kisses me softly on the lips. “Shit, we need to get out of here!”

  I look around the room and see the bottle and plates on the floor. “Quick run. You can’t wear this.” He gently puts my feet on the floor and holds up my dress and panties which he tore off earlier. I grin at the idea of trying to wrap them around my body. It’s early and the staff should be wondering around, but not into this room without Roy’s permission. He made it perfectly clear his intentions earlier when Carla tried to clear the room.

  I hold his hand and we run to his room like love sick teenagers. It’s so funny and we laugh as we leave our shoes and run barefoot back to the place we find the most comfort, our bed.

  Chapter Seven

  “You hungry?”

  “Nope, but at this rate I’m going to lose the business. I need to work.”

  “Course,” I reply while I watch him grab a shirt and jeans and he heads into his office in the other room. Now, the loneliness hits home immediately as he slips out of the door.

  “Why not rest? You’ve had more than your fair share of exercise today.”

  I throw a pillow in his direction and I miss. Roy re-enters the room and kisses me. The kiss of a lover or another trick, then he says, “I love you... I mean it.” I nod, unable to respond.

  Is he doing one of his tricks all over again, or is this for real?

  “Gosh, I told you I would do it. No need to keep pretending,” my heart stops waiting for a response. I knew his answer would tell me the truth. I need to know the truth.

  I surrender into his arms. “You got me. I begged you not to go after Hudson, so if you want to leave, be my guest.” He’s pissed! He’s got that dark look in his eyes. The one where he closes the door and doesn’t want to let me in. The loving smile has gone and it feels like summer has been replaced by winter in a heartbeat.

  I sit up and ask, “How dare you be pissed with me?”

  “You want to know why?” he sighs as he backs off and starts pacing up and down the room. “Cause from the moment I laid my eyes on you I’ve been living a lie.”

  “Sure,” he seems to forget the night we were caught with his wife and he laughed saying, ‘Do you want to join us.’ That wasn’t a vulnerable man.

  “The man you met three years ago is not the man before you. I never wanted you to sleep with Hudson. You have a killer body. Breasts that are perfect and I love sucking your nipples. Even Stephie was jealous of your boobs. As for your hips, well they tease me every time you walk. I think about them grinding into me. Your waist is so small I can wrap my arms around you with ease. Let’s not talk about when you look at me. Those eyes that beg me to be with you every single time. They used to be hidden under those glasses, now you show them off all the time.” He is waving his arms in the air, surrendering, talking about me as if I’m a precious jewel. At times, I think maybe he’s mocking me. He makes me sound like Scarlett Johansson and Lupita Nyong'o all wrapped up in one body.

  Really, is that how he sees me? Or is he just a good actor? Shit, I’m so confused. I want to believe him, but how he makes me feel is completely different to how I make him feel. Surely?

  “Now, I know you’re tripping.” I get up from the bed. Maybe I’ll go for a jog or something. I feel like a kept mistress just lying around in his bed. “It must be all that wine you had at brunch.” I stand before him naked and wanting to see what’s hidden behind his eyes.

  “Yes, I was spoilt and foolish. Using you to get a woman I never loved. Married out of convenience. She had a lover you know?”

  I nod for it’s obvious who that person is – The Dean.

  “Oh, so you know.” He holds me in his arms. Wraps me up like a hand in a glove, surprised by my revelation.

  “She wanted to marry him, but he wouldn’t leave his wife. So, she married me. After all, he was the father of Simon.”

  “Oh, so he was grieving his mistress and his son.” His tears that day in his office all make sense. The Dean was beside himself with grief.

  He lays me on the bed and we’re face-to-face. The last few days of self-doubt and annoyance wash over in this precise moment while he gently caresses me, first my face, then my hair, breasts and hips.

  “We never expected you to sleep with him. I knew and so did Betty that you have the natural gift of innocence and a brain which is not easily manipulated,” he gently kisses me on the lips, followed by my neck and breast.

  “Me,” I huff. Did he not take my virginity as a means to score points with his wife?

  “I took your virginity, because I knew by taking it. I would always be in your life.”

  So, this was the reason I could never get him out of my mind. He was my first, this is what he wanted all along.

  “I meant what I said. You can go anytime. You do not have to do anything with Hudson, we can find a better way. But, please do me one favour?” I sigh and nod. “If you’re not serious about me. Leave. Any money you need to get started - take it.”

  He kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room. I hold the pillow and start to sob because again, he’s left me in turmoil with my feelings all alone.

  Roy Sparks, you’ve captured my heart in too many ways. I want to leave you, I really do. The issue is you’re not only my first, but you are indeed my first true love. Sleep takes over my body while I think about us making love and fucking the last few days.

  Chapter Eight

  Betty came into the room while I was sleeping asking about my plans and for the first time since I entered this house I am comfortable. Really, is this turning into my home? Me, Deborah Withers the girl who thought she was going to spend her days stacking shelves in the supermarket is now in the home of a billionaire who wants me to be his girl.

  Nah, I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream.

  “Are you okay?” she asks as she sits on the bed. I’m naked, but I don’t feel embarrassed by her sitting on the bed. I have a sheet wrapped up around me, so she can’t see my body.

  “I’m not sure, Betty. Just confused. It ended badly last time.”

  She concurs as she places a strand of my hair behind my ear. Having her here reminds me of how grandma used to make me feel, warm and safe.

  “You’re so beautiful. I can see what Roy sees in you.”

  Really? “Why do you say that? I mean he doesn’t really think anything of me.” She sighs as it appears she’s lost in her thoughts.

  “Every time you walk into the room, it’s as if you’ve stolen his heart all over again. Now, dinners at eight-thirty, get ready and I’ll see you in the dining room.” She laughs as she leaves and shuts the door.

  “And Roy?” I shout out, before she firmly shuts it.

  “I don’t know. Ask him?” I hear her shout back.

  I jump in the shower with only one thing on my mind and that’s getting ready and seeing if Roy is going to join us for dinner. I want him here. It’s Wednesday and the man hasn’t been in the office or done any work for the last couple of days, he’s been too busy following me around. After I shower, I shift through my wardrobe and I’m not sure why I never notice before,
but there are a whole lot of new clothes hanging in there. Trousers and skirt suits, dresses and silk robes and lingerie. It must be for me because it’s on my side. Some of them still have the price tag on them. Hmm, Roy doesn’t miss a trick. He must have left the tag on them so I would know they are new or maybe so I can change them if I don’t like them.

  It catches my attention and my hand is drawn to it like a magnet, the brightest yellow dress I’ve ever seen and I have to put it on. It’s satin with a low cross neckline. It’s a bit too dressy for dinner, especially, because we never seem to have company. There may only be the two of us, or at best three if he comes. I’ve neglected my hair since I’ve been here. Normally, I would go to the hairdresser at least once every week or fortnight. In between that I would wash and at least style it once or twice, just to give it a bit of body.

  I wrap it up with a few loose strands to the side. I grab the gold necklace that’s hanging in the jewellery section of the wardrobe and gorgeous drop earrings. I swirl in front of the mirror. I feel like a million dollars.

  Gee, I can’t remember the last time I dressed up and went all out!

  I make my way through the small door into the corridor to see if I can see Roy. I can’t hear him tapping away or anything. Strange. I slowly creep open the door and I notice his leather chair is empty. The room looks cold and empty with only a dim light.

  I decide to go back through the corridor and up the stairs in my heeled strap sandals. I love the way the dress feels against my skin. As I open the doors to the dining room, I notice that that’s empty too. What’s going on? I head to the living room which is linked to the dining room and I get the shock of my life, mum, grandma and Betty are all sitting there as if they’re the best of friends. They are laughing and exchanging jokes. I can’t believe it! Only yesterday they threw me out like I was rubbish and now, they’re here as if butter wouldn't melt in their mouths.

  “My, my, my, you take our breath away,” Betty states as I enter the room with my mouth wide open at our unexpected guests. The very same woman who shut the door on me the day before hugs me like I’m an angel and comments on how beautiful I’m looking? I stand shocked and motionless unable to comprehend how they could come and act all pleasant after the way they treated me.