by B. B. Hamel
I cover my hands with my mouth as Brady surges past me. He moves me back and checks the place, making sure nobody is around.
But I know it’s empty. I know what happened here.
“We should call the police,” he says. “Is anything missing?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
He curses. “This is weird.” He starts to get his phone from his pocket.
“Wait, no.” I walk up to him. “No, please. Don’t call the cops.”
“What? Why not?”
“I just, uh, please. I can’t have the police in my business.”
He hesitates. “If you’re worried about getting in trouble, you don’t break the law. What you do is legal.”
“I know that,” I say, grimacing. “I just, I don’t want them anywhere near here. If my clients find out about this…” I trail off. I feel so lame, making this excuse. It’s total bullshit, and I think he can see through it.
“Look, Aria. Whoever did this is seriously unhinged.”
“It’s not that bad,” I say.
He frowns and puts his phone down. “Do you know something that I don’t?”
I look away. “No.”
He’s quiet for a moment, watching me carefully. I feel so incredibly scrutinized and vulnerable but I don’t know what else to do.
I hate lying to him. But I also can’t tell him the truth.
Louis is in a bad spot right now. He’s probably a little dangerous, but I don’t believe he’ll hurt me. I think he’s just desperate to get close to me again.
If this was him, and I’m pretty positive it was, I definitely can’t reach out to him now. I’m not really worried about what he’ll do to me, but about what he might try to do to Brady. Or what he might do to himself.
No, I need to keep my distance and wait it out.
Brady finally sighs. He walks to the front door and shuts it. He tries to lock it, but the lock was broken when Louis forced his way in. Brady shakes his head, annoyed, and props a chair up against the doorknob, wedging it in nice and tight.
“Come on,” he says, taking my hand. He leads me into the bedroom where most of my clothes are thrown onto the floor.
He pushes me down onto the bed.
“You’re lying to me,” he says softly, looking down at me.
I lean back on my elbows and look back at him. “Why do you think that?”
“I can see it written all over you, little Aria.” He leans over me, taking my chin in his hands. “You don’t have to tell me the truth now. I won’t force you. But I will punish you.”
I glare back at him. I feel my anger rising. “Why do you think this is any of your business?”
“Because you’ve been bought and paid for. Don’t forget it, little Aria.”
I feel my anger flare up. I know he’s right and I put myself in this position, but he’s still an asshole. And I’m an idiot for starting to think that he’s not a cocky bastard.
He kisses me rough and grabs my hair tight. Pleasure and anger flare through me, almost in equal measure as he pushes me back down onto the bed.
He pulls at my jeans and tugs them off. He kisses my neck and slides my shirt up, kissing my stomach, my chest, my breasts. He practically tears my bra off and cups my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.
He undresses me so fast and mercilessly. I’m left panting on my back as he crushes me on the bed, pulling my hair, gripping my hips, kissing my skin. I’m buzzing with him, shaking from desire as it flows all through my veins.
He slides my panties off and turns me over onto my stomach. I gasp as he lifts my hips up, getting me onto all fours, only to push me back down onto my elbows.
I look over my shoulder as he spreads my ass wide and licks me top to bottom. I groan and glare and I’m not sure if I want to tell him to fuck off or if I want to beg him to keep going. The uncertainty, the anger, I think it actually makes this even better.
He licks my pussy and I can’t help but groan. He spanks my ass, nice and hard, sending chills up my spine.
“You want to lie to me, little Aria?” he asks. “That’s okay. You can lie to me. But you’re going to deal with my punishment.”
“Oh, yeah? And why do you think you can punish me?”
He laughs softly and spanks me again. “Because you fucking like it, that’s why.”
I glare at him now. “I don’t like it.”
“You do. You’re a dirty, filthy girl. You’re just starting to figure out how much you crave my nice, hard cock, and it scares you a little bit, doesn’t it? You’re terrified just how badly you want to get fucked now. It’s like an addiction and you’re deep into it.”
He slides two fingers inside of my pussy and licks my ass. I gasp, fingers tightening on the sheets. I never thought I’d let a man do this to me, never thought it would feel this good, but he’s right. I hate him for it, but he’s right.
I’m addicted. I need his big, fat dick, and I need it now.
“Fine,” I groan. “Okay, fine, Daddy. I need your cock. Is that what you want to hear?”
He smirks at me, fingers still sliding in and out of my pussy. “That’s exactly what I want to hear. But you’re just saying it to get what you want, aren’t you?”
“Oh, screw you.”
He laughs again. “Exactly. You pretend like you’re this good girl, always helping people, but deep down you just want to get fucked and spanked. You want to swallow my cum and beg me for more when I’m finished. You’re filthy, little Aria. Just accept it.”
I groan as he licks me again. I watch him take his shirt and jeans off, staying in position, letting him look at my ass and pussy. I’m dripping wet, practically dripping onto the bedspread, but I don’t care.
He’s right, he’s right about me. I hate how right he is, how much I want to get fucked, to taste his cock, to gag as he slides it down my throat. I want to ride him over and over, ride him until I’m sweating and out of breath, and I want to come hard as he spanks my ass raw.
Oh, god. He’s right. I’m fucking filthy.
His cock is big and hard as he kneels behind me again, stroking himself slowly. I feel a spike of fear run through me as he spanks my ass again.
“Don’t worry,” he says softly. “You’ll be able to handle it this time.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re not a little virgin anymore, Aria. You’re mine.”
I feel him tease my pussy with his tip before slowly pushing himself inside. I groan, tensing, but he’s right. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time. There’s still some pain lingering from yesterday, but it’s dull and distant.
He grabs my hips and strokes into me. I groan, feeling the pleasure rolling down my skin, mingling with the pain. It’s intense and better than I ever expected it would be. I’m groaning, rolling my hips, pushing back against him. I need him to fill me up, to fuck me, to treat me like the dirty girl I know I am.
He spanks my ass and pulls my hair. His cock moves faster, thrusting into me, and I love the feeling of him slapping against my thick ass. I groan and put my back into it, rolling my hips, riding him up and down.
It’s hard work, taking his cock, but it feels so fucking good. I’m moaning the whole time, panting, out of breath, tense and overwhelmed with pleasure. He fucks me rough, holding my hair tight, controlling me, keeping me sliding up and down on his big dick.
He groans and pulls out, slapping my ass rough.
“You feel so fucking good, I could cum inside you right this instant,” he says and leans over me. “But what would be fun about that?”
I groan as he grabs my hips and pulls me over to him. He gets on his back and makes me straddle him. I’ve never been on top before and I’m a little uncomfortable at first, but he guides me with his hands firmly on my hips.
“Like this,” he says, bringing me down and back up. “Like you’re dancing. There’s a reason they say it’s like fucking. Move your ass up and down lik
e that. Fuck, yeah, like that.”
He keeps his hands on my hips, still guiding me, but I’m doing more of the work. I kiss him, pressing myself against his body, his muscular and beautiful body. I keep riding him, letting his big cock fill me up to the brim. I’m groaning loudly and I don’t know when I started. I’m practically moaning like a slut, and I think I love it.
He slaps my ass and sits up, holding me against him. I ride him faster, hips working forward and back, his cock deep inside my pussy. Pleasure rolls through me in waves, intense and almost too much to bear. But I keep moving, sweating now, moaning in his ear.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I whisper.
“That’s right,” he grunts back. “You keep riding that big dick.”
He spanks my ass again and I know it’ll be red with his handprints, which only makes me moan more. His hands are on my breasts, in my hair, on my hips. He can’t get enough of my body and I can’t get enough of riding him.
He suddenly grabs my hips and rolls me over onto my back. He spreads my legs, eyes ablaze, and plunges himself deep inside of me again. I gasp, leaning forward, elbows pressing my breasts together as my fingers dig into his shredded abs.
“Oh, god,” I groan. “Just like that. Can you make me come? Please, Daddy?”
“Keep begging,” he says, fucking me faster now. “Keep fucking begging, little Aria.”
“Please, Daddy,” I moan. “Please, please, please. Make me come, Daddy.”
He fucks me faster, rough now, rougher than he’s ever fucked me before. I can’t believe how good it feels, the pleasure and the pain becoming one thing now. I can barely feel where I begin and he ends and I don’t think I care. All I keep thinking about is his cock between my legs, the feeling building inside of me, and how badly I need him to keep going.
He thrusts harder, pumping into my tight pussy. I feel his thumb on my clit and that’s all I need, that’s the little nudge I’ve been waiting for.
The orgasm rips through me. He keeps rubbing my clit and fucking me, mercilessly thrusting into my pussy, driving me absolutely wild. I grab at the sheets as my back arches and every muscle tenses, running up and down my spine in wild waves of pure joy.
All the while he fucks me through it, never stopping, never holding back. I groan and as I finish, I feel him lean forward and kiss my lips hard.
He comes as he kisses me. He spurts deep inside my pussy and I roll my hips, taking every single drop inside of me. I’m sweating, full of his cum, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my life.
We lie there, side by side, tangled in the sheets and each other. I don’t know how long we stay like this, but it feels like hours, and I never want to move.
But there’s still something nagging at me. It’s in the back of my mind, but it’s getting stronger. I know I need to speak up, or else this might all get ruined. Heck, it’ll probably get ruined anyway.
“I know who did this,” I whisper finally.
He doesn’t look surprised. “I thought you might.”
I bite my lip. “You’re not mad?”
“No, I’m not mad,” he says softly. “I just wish you’d trust me. I want to help, Aria.”
“I know. I’m just… it’s complicated.”
“He’s a client,” he guesses.
“His name’s Louis. He’s going through some stuff right now and I think he just really needs me.”
Brady goes silent for a bit. I study his face but I’m afraid to speak up again. I can’t tell if he’s angry or not.
“You should talk to him then,” he says finally. “Do you think that would help?”
“Maybe,” I admit. “But I’m afraid of him honestly. This is… a little too far. He’s unhinged.”
Brady looks at me. “I won’t let him hurt you.”
“How can you be sure?”
“I promise.”
I look back into his eyes and I believe him. We kiss gently for a moment and I feel a stirring in my chest.
“What should I do?”
“Call him,” Brady says. “Tell him you’ll meet him somewhere public. I’ll be close by, just in case. Think that might help?”
“It might.”
“Tell him whatever you need to. Get him to calm down. We don’t want him doing anything crazy.”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath and relief floods through me. “So, you’re really not mad?”
“Not at all. You said this might happen. Well, not the crazy part, but you said your clients might get upset. I’m stealing you away from them.”
I smile a little bit at the idea of him stealing me away. It’s strangely appealing.
“Okay. I’ll call him.” I sit up and frown. “I don’t know where my phone is.”
“Take a shower. I’ll find it for you.”
“Good plan.” I kiss him and smile. “Thanks for being so understanding.”
“Listen, you’re important. If this is going to help, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
“Thanks.” I kiss him again and grin. “Daddy.”
He grins back. I get up and he slaps my ass as I head into the bathroom, a huge grin on my face.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still very nervous about all this, but at least he’s on my side. Having him nearby will be a huge help.
I get out of the shower and he holds my phone out for me.
“We’ll do it tomorrow,” he says, “Tonight, you’re staying over at my place.”
I bite my lip. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. It’s the safest place for you.”
I sigh. He does have a point.
“Okay. I’ll set it up.”
He nods and heads back into the room to get dressed.
I sit there, afraid to make the call. I know I shouldn’t be so scared of Louis, but I can’t help it. Breaking into the apartment and trashing it like this is pretty terrifying.
But I have to call. I need to confront him, maybe talk some sense into him. Maybe he’ll still listen to me after all this.
I hold the phone up to my ear, fear ringing through my body.
12
Brady
I sip the coffee sitting in front of me and stare across the room at Aria.
She’s sitting alone at a table in La Colombe. It’s crowded this morning, which is good, although it makes it hard to keep a close eye on her from far away. Still, I’m on top of it, and if anything goes wrong…
Nothing’s going wrong. I have to trust that she can handle herself. I mean, this guy is one of her clients. I bet he worships the ground she walks on.
I understand why they love her so much, now that I’ve been with her for a few days. Last night in particular made it so obvious, and we didn’t even do anything special. We had some dinner, drank some wine, watched some old movies on TV, and went to sleep.
It was totally mundane and boring and one of the best nights of my life.
I haven’t had a night like that in forever. Somehow, being with Aria, she makes even boring stuff seem exciting. She’s always making conversation, smiling, laughing, flirting. She’s so easy to be around and I swear, I feel lighter whenever she’s near.
Right now, though, I don’t feel so light. I’m starting to think maybe this was a dumb idea, but I know that’s just my fear talking. I don’t want anything bad to happen to her, not after I’m starting to…
I watch as Aria stands up. An older man is approaching, and I swear he looks familiar. He looks disheveled, a little twitchy, with thinning hair and suspenders. I frown as she hugs him, and he sits down across from her.
I can’t see his face. Aria looks concerned as she listens to him, leaning in to listen closely. That’s just how she is, whenever someone is speaking to her it’s like they’re saying the most important thing in the world. It’s an incredibly endearing trait to have.
The man finally stops speaking and Aria leans toward him. She takes his hand and I feel a strange pang in my gut. I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous befor
e in my life but I’m suddenly jealous of the way she’s handling this guy, like he’s something special.
I lean forward and watch closely. I can’t tell what she’s saying, but she’s speaking low. The man is tense, and I think he might be crying, or maybe laughing. I can’t really tell based on her expression.
Damn, I wish I could see him.
They go on like that for almost ten minutes. He does most of the talking and she sits there, looking concerned. I want to walk over, hover over the table, or at least get closer so I can intervene if something goes bad, but I stay where I am. I promised that I wouldn’t get involved unless I had to.
Now though, she’s looking concerned. She shakes her head and the man snatches his hand away from her. He looks around for a second and I catch his expression.
He looks furious.
He stands up. I lean forward in my chair, ready to pounce. Aria asks him to sit back down, and he’s starting to speak loudly. People are staring at the guy.
“I told you, I left her,” he’s saying, loudly enough for me to hear.
I stand now. Fear spikes through me. Aria stays seated, saying something, trying to calm him. I slowly move closer, heart racing.
“No, listen to me. I love you, Aria. It’s over and I can’t go back. My whole life is burned to the ground.”
“I never wanted this for you, Louis,” Aria says softly. “You know that. I wanted so much more.”
“It’s too late.” He clenches his hands into fists. “It’s too late. Please, come with me.”
“I can’t. We can keep talking, or we can talk later, but I can’t go anywhere.”
“Why not? What happened to you, Aria?”
“Nothing,” she says, almost sadly. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression that we were more than what we are, Louis.”
He stares at her, anger and hate in his eyes now. I get closer, ready to shove him away.
Instead, he turns. He storms out of the room. People are staring at her and she puts her head in her hands, clearly trying to keep herself from crying.