Me: See what you do to me?
Ingrid: I can’t wait to get a better look at it.
Me: We’re about ten minutes away, so you don’t have to wait long. Also, I have a present for you.
Ingrid: That’s so sweet. Looking forward to seeing you!
Exactly ten minutes later, we’re pulling up in front of her building. I get out and take the elevator to the seventh floor. Sugaring is definitely doing her good if she can afford to live in this building without a job. It makes me happy knowing that she lives in a safe area. If only she lived in Silvercrest.
Hmm…
The thought of her living so close, possibly even moving in with me, has me feeling things that I haven’t felt in some time. I can’t think about this right now. I still barely know her even though it feels like we’ve known each other for years.
I knock on her door and she answers almost immediately as if she knew I was already here. My jaw drops to the floor as if weighed down by something upon seeing her in only the cheeky, black, lace panties and an arm covering her perfect tits.
“Hey, handsome. Come on in, I’m almost ready.”
I practically run into the apartment behind her and slam the door closed.
“Do you answer your door like that often? What if someone sees?”
“No, I was just messing around with you. And if they see, then they see.”
My blood runs hot like lava hearing her speak. I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s…
What’s what? Mine?
Ingrid winks at me and turns on her heel, about to walk away. I throw the flowers down on the counter before I grab her hand and pull her back into the kitchen with me.
“Ah!” she lets out a small cry and then giggles, questioning what I’m doing.
Boosting her up onto the counter, I push her back gently until she is laying down flat on the surface. I tear her panties from her and throw her legs over my shoulders before diving into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck! Carver!” she screams out.
She’s already wet between her legs and the taste of her spurs me on. My lips latch onto her clit and I suck on it as if her life depended on it. Inserting two fingers into her pussy, they dance along to the same rhythm as my tongue.
“Shit! Oh my God, don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She places a hand on the back of my head and holds me in place.
Within seconds, my little vixen is squirting her delicious cum into my mouth. I drink everything she has to offer before removing my mouth from her pussy. With the liquid dripping down my chin, I hoist myself up on top of her on the counter and straddle her stomach. I lean over and place my lips against hers and she licks the moisture from my face. When she’s done, I pull her bottom lip through my teeth and take her nipples between my fingers.
She begins moaning and I swear that I could get her off again in no time, but I don’t want to make us late. I was able to pull some strings and get us seats to the sold out show that she has been drying to go to. I don’t want her to miss it.
She groans when I let go and hop down, pulling her up to a sitting position once my feet are back on the floor.
“Come on, we don’t want to be late. One night only, remember?”
“Arg! You’re evil! But the flowers you brought me are gorgeous. Just the right present to make up for it.”
“If only they were the present that I was talking about.”
She looks at me with a questioning expression. I pick up her ripped panties from the floor and place them to my nose, inhaling her smell deeply, before I bury them into the inside pocket of my suit coat.
“Too bad your panties got ripped. It’s a good thing I have another pair for you to wear.”
I take the vibrating panties out of my pants pocket and toss them to her.
“Go get dressed. I’m serious. We don’t want to be late.”
The nightclub is crowded by the time we get there and there is still a line wrapped around the corner full of people on the waitlist, hoping they will be one of the lucky ones to actually make it in.
Not Ingrid and I. I give my name to the man at the door and he doesn’t hesitate to drop the rope to let us by. Our table is front and center, nothing less for Carver Brooks; or in this case Ingrid Andrews.
“Carver, oh my God, these seats are incredible!”
Ingrid puts her hand over mine as I pull her seat out for her. She places a gentle kiss on my cheek just before she sits down.
“Thank you so much! I never expected this. I want you to know that. Arrangement or none.”
“I know. You’re welcome.”
She reaches for my hand once I’m seated and doesn’t let go until the cocktail waitress comes over to take our drink order.
“A Balvenie for me, please. She’ll have an Old Fashioned.”
“Coming right up,” the waitress says.
We thank her and she is on her way. I place my hand into my right pocket and my thumb finds the power button on the tiny remote control. Just before applying pressure to it, my eyes find Ingrid’s.
Pressing the button, I watch them go wide in surprise and a cry escapes her seductive lips. I tested it out in the car, but only once. I told her that I’d have her out of her mind with need before the show came to an end tonight.
The torture starts now.
“You’re lucky it’s so loud in here right now, sweetheart. You’ll have to be careful not to make so much noise once the show starts.”
“You’re evil,” she jokes with me.
“This is going to be the most exciting show you’ve ever been to.”
Within minutes, our drinks are delivered and the lights go down. The director walks to the center of the stage and greets everyone, thanking us for coming out to support the show, cast, and crew.
I click the speed dial on the side and turn it down as low as it will go. As soon as the director leaves the stage, I turn the panties on. I played around with them a little when I got them, so I would be familiar with the intensity and what Ingrid will feel at each level.
Her back straightens out, but she quickly relaxes back against the chair. I time it so it's on for approx two minutes and off for two, turning it up the next level after ten minutes.
By the time intermission came and went, she was only halfway through the speed dial, and already begging for relief. During the second half of the play, I took her in the opposite direction. Staring a little more than halfway, I took her back down through the slower modes, before upping it again, going faster to slower back to fast again until she was practically in tears, begging me not to stop.
“Was the show everything you dreamed of?” I whispered in her ear.
She turns her head into my neck and groans in frustration.
“Yes and no,” she manages to get out. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I have to go to the little boys’ room first. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
I kiss her cheek and walk to the bathroom, texting T on the way so he can pull the car around for us. On my way out, I see a man I don’t know sitting down in my seat and two other men standing next to her, keeping her from being able to get up and leave.
“Can I help you?” I say, forcefully moving one of the men out of the way.
“Carver, don’t!” Ingrid stands up next to me, but I step in front of her for her protection.
“I just came over to get a better look at your slut, here.”
“Excuse me? If you think that you’re going to talk about her like that and get away with it then you’ve got another thing coming.”
“He’s just a jealous asshole with a complex due to his small dick!” Ingrid says, trying to work her way back in front of me.
It got quiet around us as the words flew from her mouth, so everyone heard. A loud “oooh” breaks out through the crowd of onlookers.
“You’re going to regret that, you little bitch,” he spews at Ingrid. I place a hand behind me, inching her backward some more.
“You better keep a close eye on this one,” he turns to me, speaking through his teeth. “Because the things I would do to her--”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before my fist connects with his face. He flies backward, his back hitting the stage behind him and his two cronies charge toward me. I punch one of them and he flies into the other one. Before they have a chance to reach us again, security steps in and escorts them through the nightclub. I turn and face a teary-eyed Ingrid.
“Are you okay?” I place a hand on either side of her face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little spooked, that’s all.”
“Let’s get you out of here.”
Thankfully, T is already out front. We hop in the car quickly and I tell him to take us back to my place.
“Is that okay with you? I don’t want to make any assumptions. It’s just that I didn’t think you’d want to be alone tonight?”
“No, that’s fine. Thank you, Carver.”
“You’re welcome. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Do you know him?”
“Huh? No! No, I’ve never seen him before.”
“Okay.”
She curls up into my side and I place my arm around her. I don’t believe that she doesn’t know the man in the club. The look on their faces when I came out of the bathroom seemed to tell another story. Like there is some history there. But I’m not going to press it right now. I’ll get to the bottom of it all once this has blown over and she’s in a better headspace to discuss it.
Chapter Six
The feeling of my body curled around hers when I wake up is a feeling that I don’t ever want to be without. I know it seems sudden, but I’ve been through enough shit to know what I want in life.
Ingrid is it. Her soft, warm body fits perfectly against mine.
I’ve been awake for about an hour, but I haven’t wanted to move. I didn’t want to wake my sleeping beauty until she was ready. Which, judging by her stirring, might be now.
She groans slightly and wiggles her ass against my already hardened cock. As much as I want to roll her over and have my way with her, I need to make sure that she’s okay first. She fell asleep in the car on the way here last night and I carried her up here, so we never got a chance to talk. She stops moving and I think that she’s gone back to sleep, until I feel her ass rubbing against my cock, deliberately this time.
“Ingrid.”
She stops moving.
“Mmm?”
“I have to warn you, if you’re not doing that on purpose, I’d stop. Otherwise, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Slowly, her ass begins moving once again, and she pushes back against me a little harder this time. I reach my hand around and it finds the middle of her thighs immediately. I waste no time driving them deep inside. She cries out in pleasure and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs for me.
My fingers work in and out of her quickly and I realize that part of it is out of frustration from last night. I’m going to find out who that guy is and I’m going to kill him.
“Oh, Carver!”
“Does that feel good, baby?” I say as the sounds of my fingers fucking her wet pussy echo throughout the room.
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me who he is,” I slow down my motions, but I don’t stop.
“What? Who are you talking about?” she asks me.
She grabs a hold of my hand and tries moving it in and out of herself at a quicker pace. I can’t lie, it’s fucking hot, but that game will have to wait for another time.
I remove her hand from mine and quicken my movements again, drawing another loud moan from her.
“Yes! That’s it!”
Slowing once again, I finally answer her question.
“The man from last night. I know you know who he is.”
Her eyes fly open at my statement.
“He’s no one. A business associate of my father’s.”
I move faster again before slowing down once more.
“What did he want? Why was he there? What did he say to you?”
I repeat my movements again; faster then slow it down.
“I can do this all day, but you’re not coming until you give me the answers I’m looking for.”
I speed up once more and bring her just to the edge, closer than before, before stopping and removing my fingers altogether.
“Please, Carver?”
“Fucking tell me,” I answer firmly.
She clams up. She can’t bring herself to give me the information.
“Fine, new game. Do you want me to make you come, Ingrid?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Okay. I am going to start slow. The more information you give me, the faster I’ll go until I make you come so hard you scream your fucking brains out. Sound good?”
I plunge my fingers back into her pussy before she can answer and I start moving them around again. It’s not going to take her long, so I need to get her talking.
“Who is he? I just need a name to start.”
“Max,” she pants and it nearly sends me into a fury. The last thing I need right now is to hear her pant another man’s name with my fingers buried deep inside her. “Max Ridgeway.”
“Good girl. How do you know him?”
I speed up slightly. At the same time, I hear my phone buzz on the dresser across the room.
“A business associate of my faaaa-father's.”
My fingers move a little faster. Buzz. Buzz.
“What did he say to you last night?”
“That it’s been… a long time since… he last saw me.”
Faster. The buzzing from my phone stops.
“When did he last see you?”
“Oh my God! It feels so good, Carver! Please don’t make me say anymore!”
I want to give in to her so badly. I do. But I need answers. Something isn’t right here and if this is the only way I can get her to talk, then that’s how it’s going to be.
“Just a few more questions. We’re almost there.”
I hear the buzzing from my phone begin again as I insert a third finger into her. I ignore it as I watch as her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.
“I was fourteen when he last saw me. He… he…”
I watch as a tear slips from the corner of her eye and I know exactly what it is she’s trying to tell me. Buzz. Buzz.
“That’s all I need to know, baby.”
I fuck her pussy hard and fast with my fingers, giving her exactly what I promised I would. She screams in pleasure until she comes, dowsing my bed in her sweet juices. Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I kneel down on the bed and pull her on top of me. Plunging my cock deep inside of her as she straddles me, I fuck her hard until she screams out another release. A few moments later, I grunt a release of my own, coating the inside of her in my cum; marking her.
When all is said and done, we both fall back onto the mattress beneath us and pass out for several more hours.
When I reawaken, I can hear the sound of the shower running. While Ingrid is in the shower, I check my phone to see who it was that decided to blow up my phone on a Sunday morning.
Cornelius Baxter. Seven missed calls. Three text messages. Two voicemails.
What the fuck?
Not even listening to the voicemail, I sit down on my bed and call him back.
“Carver!” he screams.
“What the fuck, Baxter? Where do you think you get off harassing me like this? If you think this is going to get you out of the contract, you’re dead wrong.”
“No! Carver, please. The man who I was telling you about, he contacted me again. This time he sent me pictures of her. Of my Cordelia. He’s been watching her. I need you to let the contract go. Please! I’m begging you!”
There’s nothing more uncomfortable than the sight or sound of a grown man sobbing, and that is exactly what Cornelius is doing at the moment. Try as I might, I just can’t put
myself into his shoes. But then I remember that his daughter is about Ingrid’s age. What if this were happening to her? Like with the man last night.
“Fine, Cornelius. I’ll call my lawyer and have them draw up the papers. Come by the office on Tuesday and we will dissolve the contract. And, just to be clear, I don’t want to marry your daughter. No offense.”
“Thank you, Carver. Thank you so much.”
I click the end button on the call as I hear Ingrid’s cheerful voice as she exits the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Who was that?”
“A business associate of mine,” I answer. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, thanks to you. However, I probably should be heading home. I don’t want to wear out my welcome here.”
“That will never happen, Ingrid. But I can have T drive you. Do you mind if I stay here? I have a busy week at work that I need to prepare for.”
“Of course not! That’s fine.”
“Hey, also, there’s this Masquerade next weekend. I wasn’t going to go, but I thought we could have a date do-over. Would you be interested in that?”
“Sure! It sounds like fun!”
“Great. Let me know which day you’d like to go shopping for an evening gown. I’ll send T to pick you up. If I can get away and join you, then I’ll do so.”
“Perfect,” she smiles at me.
“Wonderful.”
As much as I don’t want her to leave, once she’s gone, I’ll be able to start my search on Max Ridgeway.
Chapter Seven
It’s been a hell of a week. Between dissolving my contract with Cornelius and two other mergers that are closing in the next two weeks, there’s been a lot going on. So much so that a Silvercrest social event actually sounds like fun. I’m sure it only has to do with the fact that I haven’t been able to see Ingrid all week. Between her schedule and mine, we weren’t able to make anything work. But, we’ve really upped our sexting game, which has been exciting.
I haven’t heard from her all afternoon though. I was hoping she would tease me with a pic of what she’s wearing. Whether it be the dress or what’s underneath. The masquerade starts in two hours, so I am sure she’s just busy getting ready. T left to pick her up a little while ago. He’s bringing her to the office and we will leave from here. I can’t wait to see her.
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