by Alex Wolf
He wants me to move into the apartment next to his, but I refuse to accept it. He has done so much for me. I want to show him I can stand on my own two feet even if it is paying rent on a crappy apartment.
Sure, he got me a job, but it’s not permanent. I don’t want to go to law school. My passion is writing. I view working at the firm as inspiration. Maybe I’ll get a juicy story idea from one of the cases or from people I work with. I could write some dirty stories with Maxwell as my muse.
The man is seriously sexy. The way he looks at me right now has me thinking things I shouldn’t. He’s my boss, but after today, I think we’re past that.
I don’t think either of us wants anyone knowing what happened.
Maxwell could be a stepping stone. The man to get me over stupid Brian.
I leave him alone in the living room/kitchen to go try on the dress. I wasn’t even going to consider it, but the saleswoman insisted. She said this dress was made for me.
I’m nervous about the plunging neckline and not being able to wear a bra with it but she assured me I would knock everyone off their feet.
I’ve never owned a dress like this, but I’m a woman, not the little girl my brother still likes to pretend I am. It’s time for me to grow up and act like it. No more chasing stupid boys who aren’t going anywhere. I’m ready for a man. A man who takes what he wants. A man who can give me what I need.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I stare at my body in the mirror, taking in the plain white bra. I need to invest in something sexy. Something that will make me feel like the woman I want to become.
I quickly shimmy my pants off.
I slide down the unflattering panties I put on earlier and kick them under my bed. I don’t expect anything to happen but there’s nothing wrong with being prepared. I laugh to myself thinking about how my grandma used to tell Jax and me never to leave the house in dirty underwear in case we were in an accident. I think the same logic can be applied to going on a date with a sexy man. Is it even a date? I shake my head and convince myself it’s just for business purposes.
Pulling the black dress from the hanger, I step into it but when I go to pull up the zipper, I can’t reach it. Stupid short arms and legs.
I maneuver to my bedroom door and holler for Maxwell. “Can you give me a hand in here? I can’t reach the zipper.”
I hear him clear his throat. “Yeah.” He starts down the short hallway, and I feel like the walls are closing in on me. His tall and broad-shouldered frame heat me up as he stalks closer. His eyes burn into mine, and I have to look away. I don’t know what this man is doing to me, but he’s making me want things—for him to touch me.
Twisting around, I turn my back to him.
A shiver courses up my spine when his knuckles graze along my skin right above my ass.
With a gentle tug, he pulls upward. “There.” His strong hands grip my shoulders and I can’t breathe, let alone get out the “thank you” lingering on the tip of my tongue.
I remain still as he leans closer. His fingers brush my hair aside and his soft lips touch the base of my neck. The warmth of his tongue sweeps over me as the tip darts out and gives me a lick, tasting my delicate skin halfway between my ear and collarbone.
I turn my head slightly on instinct, wanting to get a look at him. Our eyes lock before he looks down over my shoulder, getting a view down the front of the dress.
“Are you bare underneath?” His lips are practically right next to mine.
“Yes.” Please kiss me and put me out of my misery.
Maxwell
The urge to kiss Claire is too damn tempting.
I can’t resist.
Sliding my fingers down her arm, I turn her body into mine. The dress has a deep V that runs the same length down the front and back—sexy and sinful. She looks fucking incredible.
It’s a paradox. I want to stare at her beautiful body in this gorgeous dress, and at the same time I want to shred that fucking thing to pieces to get to her sweet little pussy.
Coming here tonight was a mistake, but I’ve lived a life full of them. What’s one more?
I can’t change who I am. I do things I shouldn’t to get what I want. I need to leave before this goes too far, but I need one kiss. One fucking taste of her lips. The temptation is too great.
Claire looks up at me, and I dip my head down ready to claim her mouth. She smells of cherries and vanilla. Sugary sweet and pure temptation. I stroke her cheek with one finger, moving it along her jawline and down her slender throat, taking my time.
No need to rush perfection. She’s meant to be experienced, not devoured. I look over and catch our reflection in the mirror. Her head reaches the top of my chest as she pushes up on her tiptoes and places a hand on my shoulder.
I love how short and petite she is. I could do unspeakable things to her in all kinds of positions. She’s already the perfect height to kneel in front of me.
“This dress—” I trace a finger down her ribs to the top of her hip. “This dress is trouble.”
She smiles.
A strong smell of coffee comes from the kitchen, but she doesn’t budge.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear and close the distance between our lips. I press my mouth to hers and Claire surrenders to me completely.
Fuck, she’s so submissive. Even in a kiss I can tell that about her, the way she opens up immediately, doesn’t fight for control.
A soft moan leaves her throat as I continue to dominate her mouth. Slipping my hand inside the dress, I cup one of her breasts. Not too big and not too small—just fucking perfect and natural.
There is nothing better than the feel of a real woman. I’m not a fan of fake tits and other kinds of implants and shit. I want to feel her the way she was made.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, breaking the moment.
“I should get this.”
“Yeah, I need, umm—coffee.”
Pulling my phone from my pocket, the notification is nothing that can’t wait. I should make up an excuse to leave and end this but now that I’ve had a taste I need more. So much more.
I want that dress on the floor.
I’m not naïve. I understand my own brain very well. I know exactly what I came here for, and it wasn’t to pick up my credit card. I want to fuck Claire and get this little fantasy out of my system. It’s a terrible idea.
“I need to go.”
“Oh, okay.” She walks around the corner. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Here’s your card.”
I can’t help but notice she stares at the ground and looks sad that I’m leaving. That makes me smile on the inside.
I take the card and leave without another word. As I walk down the stairs I pass that pussy ex-boyfriend of hers, Brian. I forgot he lives in the same building. That’s going to be a problem.
I want to slam him against the wall and dare him to knock on her door, but I don’t. Instead, I give him a smug grin that says I just fucked the shit out of her.
Then I hide around the corner and wait until I’m sure he didn’t go to her place. I give a thank you nod to the sky, because I don’t know what I would’ve done if he did. It wouldn’t have been pretty.
She works for me now. She’s mine.
When I get to my apartment, I go straight to the bar for a drink.
I can’t stop thinking about that piece of shit being in the same vicinity as her. What if he left his apartment when I was gone and went over to her place?
I down a rocks glass and fill it up again, then take the new drink upstairs with me. When I walk into my room I can’t stop picturing Claire on my bed earlier. I walk by and run my fingers over the sheets where she fucked her hand. I set my whiskey down on the night stand then crawl over to right where she was.
I press my face into the sheets, and I can still smell her hot cunt on them. My cock aches, it’s so fucking hard. I stick my tongue out and press it to the sheets, just to try and taste her for even a microsecond.
I wish
she were here now spreading her legs for me.
Fuck, smelling and tasting her is so intoxicating.
Regret stings in the walls of my chest. I should have stayed and fucked her brains out. Let Brian hear the truth through her screams on the other side of the walls. Let her whole fucking apartment complex know. She’s mine.
Well, she should be. If I didn’t respect Jaxson she’d already have that snug pussy wrapped around my dick.
My phone buzzes from my pocket again.
My friend Jacob is at the club tonight. Has a new pet he wants to show off.
I fire off a text that I will be there.
I need to shower, but I have something else to do first—relieve the hard cock tenting my pants. I bunch up the sheets that still smell like Claire’s aroused pussy, and I wrap them around my cock and fuck my hand until I come all over them. For some reason I imagine blowing inside her, and I get off in seconds.
Seconds!
How is that even possible, and why do I want to come inside her so bad? Why do I want to mark her as mine and growl at anyone that looks at her?
I’ve never been jealous in my life, and right now I want to go yank her out of that shitty apartment, move her in our building, and fuck a hundred orgasms out of her.
Christ, what’s this woman doing to me? Yeah, I need to go to the club. Get some shit out of my system.
The club used to be a hotel. Now it’s a place for people like myself with desires and urges that can’t always be met by one partner.
I sign in at the front desk and head to the bar to see who’s here.
I spot Jacob immediately with a busty blonde sitting at the bar.
“Maxwell.” He shoots me a grin and introduces me to his new sub in training.
She’s beautiful and exactly his type. I’ve never seen Jacob without a skinny blonde with huge, fake tits. But, she’s the exact opposite of what I enjoy—usually.
“She has a friend, you know?” He raises an eyebrow at me.
“Not interested. Thanks, though.” I nod to the bartender for my usual and look around the room.
Sandra is here. She was my first sub in Dallas. We parted ways a few years ago when we both realized our relationship was holding us back. We’re still good friends, but I don’t know if I want to introduce her to Claire right away. I’m conflicted. I think Claire would love it here, but I just don’t know. Some people have a hard time wrapping their mind around a place like this.
I wink at Sandra when she waves.
“Maxwell.” She kisses me on the cheek when she walks up.
“You attached tonight?”
Her eyebrows rise. “What?”
“I need a friend to talk to.”
“Oh. Okay, let’s go.”
I smile at Jacob and follow Sandra upstairs.
“Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”
I shake my head. “I can’t get her off my mind. You don’t understand.”
“There is only one cure for that.” She folds her arms across her chest and stares. “You’ll fuck her and ruin her. You and I both know this is a terrible idea. If you bring her here are you ready to see her with another man? If she’s here unclaimed she’ll be fair game.”
I sigh. She doesn’t have to remind me of the rules.
Claire
When another knock sounds at my door I wonder if Maxwell changed his mind. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed when he left, but I know it’s probably for the best. I can’t hook up with my boss who happens to be one of my brother’s best friends.
Max scared the crap out of me earlier when he grabbed me, but it turned me on at the same time. Him grabbing me and scolding me. It’s obvious he cares about me and wants me protected, and I’ve never had anyone act that way besides my brother.
I walk to the door with butterflies in my stomach and an uneasy feeling sinks in when I see it’s Brian.
I open the door. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes scan my entire body before he says anything. “Damn, baby, this dress. Wow.” He lets out a heavy breath.
“I’m not your baby. What do you want?”
“Can I come in?”
“No.”
“Come on. I miss you and we should talk.”
“We broke up. What’s there to discuss?”
His brows knit in confusion. He hooks his thumb over his shoulder. “Who was that guy that just left. You seeing someone already?”
“It’s none of your business.” I know I shouldn’t be rude or stoke any flames but it’s nice to see him jealous. He never really acted like he ever wanted me before. It’s too little, too late now.
His jaw ticks. “I want you back. I made a mistake.”
“Right.” I stare off at the wall and shake my head. “It was a mistake when you told me you weren’t in love with me and thought we should see other people. What did you think I would do? Mope around and wait for you to come back? You did me a favor. I realized you were right. We should date other people. I was saving myself for you but when we broke up I did a lot of thinking… You let me go pretty easy. I figured a man who loved me would’ve fought a lot harder than you did.”
“That’s the problem, Claire. You wouldn’t have sex with me. I have needs.” He takes a step toward me.
I take a step back, but he presses faster and cups my cheek in his palm.
I’m not with Maxwell. I shouldn’t feel like I’m betraying him, but I do. This all feels—wrong.
His foot moves to kick the door shut behind him.
“We belong together. I’m sorry.”
The words I wanted to hear last week are meaningless this week.
I put a palm on his chest and push him back. “You should go. I don’t want you back.”
He stares at me, dumbfounded, like he can’t believe he was just rejected.
I lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek, to try and let him down easy, but he turns into me and mashes his lips against mine.
His tongue probes at the seam of my mouth, demanding entrance.
I push back against him, trying to get away but he’s way stronger. His arms wrap around me and he picks me up and carries me toward the bedroom.
“What the hell? Get off me! Let me go!” I punch and claw at him, but he laughs it off. He walks me into the living room and slams us down on the couch. He pins me down by the shoulders and hovers over me, glaring.
“Did you fuck him?”
I try to look away, but he grabs my chin.
“You’re hurting me.” Tears form in the corners of my eyes and I try to pull my head away.
“Answer me!” I’ve never seen this kind of jealous rage from him before.
I try to fight as I twist and claw at him. The full weight of his body crashes down on me and he grabs the center of my new dress and rips it down the middle of the V.
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” His hand whips across my face.
“Yes!” I don’t care if it’s a lie. I scream through my tears. I want him in as much pain as I’m in right now. “I fucked him and loved every minute of it. Right before you got here, and his cock is way bigger than yours.”
His fist rears back but my neighbor pounds on the wall and screams for us to keep it down.
Brian looks down at me and must realize what he’s done because he falls back on his heels. Guilt washes over his face. “I’m sorry. Claire. I didn’t mean…fuck. I’m sorry.”
I scowl at him. “Just go. And don’t come near me again or I’ll call my brother and have you thrown in jail.”
He pushes up from the bed and runs a hand though his dark hair. “I’m fucking sorry.”
I try to hold back the tears as I pant. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but they won’t stop. I’ve never been so scared in my life. “Please go, now.”
He finally turns and slinks out of my apartment.
Once he’s gone I jump up and lock the deadbolt. I run to my bedroom and bury my face in the covers. I
just want to disappear as I cry into the sheets. I’m so scared.
I never thought he would be that guy. The type of guy who would hit a woman.
And he lives in my building.
The worst part is he got what he wanted.
He rattled me.
And now my dress is ruined, along with my heart.
I have to get out of this apartment.
Maxwell
I jump in my car to leave the club when Claire’s name pops up on my phone. I debate sending her to voicemail. We’re on a path to destruction. A car crash waiting to happen, but I can’t stop myself. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want her.
I answer after the third ring. “Hello?”
“Hey.”
Something’s wrong. I can hear it in her voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know why I’m calling you, but something happened.”
I think about that prick, Brian, heading up the stairs. I knew it. I fucking knew it, that motherfucker did something. I could see it in his eyes when he saw me.
“What happened?” The question comes out harsher than intended.
“I don’t want to be alone right now.”
I’m surprised she called me. She usually runs to her brother for this shit.
“I would go to Jaxson’s, but he has company…”
“Where are you?”
“Your apartment.”
Fuck me.
“Be there in a few minutes.”
When I walk into my place, Claire’s in my kitchen eating pickles. The sight of her so at home in my place hits me in the chest. Maybe a relationship is what I’m missing in my life. After talking to Sandra about everything I think maybe she was right. I’m going through the motions in all areas of my life. It’s becoming boring and routine—monotonous. Even sex with random women is unexciting. I need something. The deal I’ve been brokering has me stressed. On edge.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She waves the dill spear in her hand at me. She slides the pickle between her lips slowly and all I can think about is how I want to smack it out of her hand and replace it with my dick.