Chapter six
Waiting for him to wake up was interminable. He finally emerged with a sizable knot on the back of his neck. To make my betrayal more palatable, I was already naked and rubbing my sex up along the length of his shaft. I was leaving a glistening shine along the surface of his delicious looking flesh.
“What the hell happened? I want some answers and I think I deserve them.” He tried to move, but it was impossible with the way that I had trussed him up to the bed. The more he struggled the tighter the chains were biting into his ankles and wrists.
“I was prepared to let you go all the way, but then I realized a small part of you would have died. I hope you can forgive me. I do have a consolation prize.” I showed him the photo I had taken at the scene. It made him smile, but I think he felt cheated in some way.
“You had no right to interfere in what was rightfully my revenge for my sister. I don’t know what would possess you to do something like that.” I had the answers, but I wasn’t willing to divulge them. He needed to be in the right frame of mind.
“Be patient. All will be revealed in time. Don’t think about anything besides the way that I’m making you feel.” I sampled the evidence of my arousal coating his shaft. I had him pulling hard and screaming for mercy within minutes of going down on him.
“You have an interesting way of asking for forgiveness.” The minutes dragged on and I continued to orally satisfy him. I gave him the best fucking blow job he had ever had in his life.
I felt him about to go off and I continued to pursue his pleasure. I was leaving him with only one thing to focus on. The pleasing way I was servicing him had him bucking uncontrollably against my sensitive lips and very experienced mouth. The hot lava of my spit rolled down to collect at his balls. I massaged them and I could tell from his reaction this was going to get more bang for my buck.
I never gave up not even when he was shooting into the back of my mouth. It was a delicacy and one that I was going to take my fill of. I favored the flavor having a party in my mouth. I didn’t stop there. It wasn’t enough to give him my mouth. I had to work against his depleted state until he was a victim of circumstance. He probably thought it wouldn’t happen, but I was making sure to work against his natural instincts.
“I can’t believe you fucking did that. I could have broken free at any time.” That was his story and he was sticking to it no matter how implausible it might sound.
“You keep saying that to yourself and maybe you might convince me. In the meantime, I believe I have a better use for this which might benefit the both of us.” I had my knees on either side of him. I was dripping on the head of his cock.
“I know there must be a reason for all of this. I’m at a loss to think of what it could be. I would say that you are gearing up to tell me something of importance. This is your way of softening the blow before taking off the band-aid.” I wasn’t sure that I had any right to toil with his emotions.
“Enjoy the ride and forget about everything else.” Nothing was going to be settled until I put the smile on his face.
Sex was a weapon women used to keep men from learning about some horrible secret. Housewives would ambush their men and would leave them in desperate need of a cigarette before telling them of the damage to the car.
“I would say you can’t always get what you want, but look who I’m talking to.” I slid along the wetness of his shaft leaving behind the painted evidence of my hunger for him.
“I would say that you are in no position to argue. This might be your last chance to be with me. It depends on your point of view.” I slowly began to ride the stallion while he was staring at me with daggers in his eyes. His anger only fueled me to make sure to defuse the situation before it escalated.
“I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt. You do drive a hard bargain. It’s hard to stay mad at you for any length of time.” I released his hands with a well-placed key which appeared in my fingers out of the blue like magic. It was all about sleight of hand.
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts which were desperately craving some kind of attention. I held his hands to my chest and used the momentum of my hips to slam back down against him in rapid movements to catch him unaware.
“I’ve been looking for something and I didn’t know what it was. This was supposed to be a simple transaction… Yes…fuck me…make me cum and you’ll get a big surprise.” This simple monetary transaction had turned into something where my whole world was turned upside down.
“I can feel you squeezing me and there’s no way that I can fight you. I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face. The attitude can be a little irksome, but I’ve grown accustomed to the sneer of indecision.” I was working without a net.
I was coming to the end of my rope and I was going to take him along for the ride at the same time. I had to time it correctly. I knew what was in men’s hearts and how to predict when their bodies were under duress. He was ensnared in my web and the spider of my libido was wrapping him up in a tight vise.
I came with a litany of dirty talk which drove him into sexual madness. The string of his resolve broke under the onslaught of my hot juices raining heavily down along those inches. The gates opened up and he flooded me with a supply of his cream filled balls. I was falling apart and then I lay quietly on his chest with his arms around me.
I had no energy and the whisper of my confession gave him more than he bargained for. “I couldn’t let… I couldn’t let the father of my baby kill with extreme prejudice. I have walked down that path and I need somebody to teach this kid some morals to live by. It’s not going to be me.” I waited for his response and the silence was deafening.
“I think that I can do that for our family. I don’t entirely agree with your decision, but I understand the motivation. I will never bring up this topic again. Does this mean you are going to retire?” I kissed him and I wasn’t sure how to answer.
Only time would tell, but I had to believe love and a child on the way were enough to break the cycle of violence. I didn’t deserve my little piece of happiness, but I was going to take it nonetheless.
THE END
: A BAD BOY OFFICE ROMANCE
Chapter 1
“I’ve never been more proud of you and you have certainly come a long way from when you were that naive girl on the playground. The boys were drawn to you like a moth to a flame and they would constantly pull your pigtails to get your attention.” My mother was always praising my accomplishments and getting my degree to be a psychologist was the crowning achievement of my young career in its infancy.
I thought I could make it big, but in the few months I had my license it was becoming painfully obvious a psychologist was a dime a dozen. I was surprised to get the message on my phone and I was on my way to a law firm which had been in the news in the past few months.
“I don’t even have the job and you make it sound like they have no reason to reject me. I’m sure they have other candidates vying for the position and besides, it’s only temporary. The owner is looking to evaluate his staff after a grueling case.” I’d always believed in the sanctity of client confidentiality.
“I’ve always told you that life is full of little disappointments and you have to take the time to realize what is important.” I knew what she was going to say and it had become a running joke with her getting the last word. “Felicia, don’t you want to settle down with a nice young man and give me grandchildren? I know you have been concentrating on your career, but you haven’t even mentioned any man.” I felt like I was the one being interrogated and she was good at putting the spotlight on me to make me feel uncomfortable.
I was hands free in my white Mercedes and I was navigating traffic like a seasoned professional. I’d only been in town for the past few months trying to put up my shingle and barely making ends meet.
I wore my professionalism like a badge of honor to signify to others that I had made it. I had to dress for success with a tailored Donna Karan suit which I used on many occasion to try to lure potential clients through my door.
“I really don’t have time to debate this issue and you know what my answer is going to be.” I looked into the mirror and I saw that my hair was perfect with a ponytail and glasses to give me an air of professional detachment.
“One of these days, a man is going to slam into you and you won’t even know that he is your soul mate. Open your eyes and you might realize the best thing in life is right around the corner.” My mother was a big proponent for a happily ever after. I had learned the hard way that guys usually had only one thing on their mind.
I might have been lumping them all into one category, but none of them had proved to me that there was one good one among them. I couldn’t negate the possibility of one slipping through the cracks, but I was too jaded to notice the errant looks of the one that got away.
“I’ll be by Sunday for dinner and you better not have ulterior motives like setting me up on one of your blind dates. You’ve always considered yourself to be a romantic at heart and you sometimes don’t know when to leave something alone.” She had no problem picking up cupids bow and firing indiscriminately. I was more selective when it came to matters of the heart and being burned too many times had left me suspicious of everyone’s motives.
“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to find somebody. You have a great job, you’re beautiful and you have your mother’s youthful genes.” Having a unique sense of someone’s mind had given me an unfair advantage over the opposite sex. I had no problem ferreting out those who had mommy issues and those pretending to be something they weren’t.
“I know you probably have more to say, but I need to cut this short. Jules Mackenzie is going to be there in person to take a personal interest in his staff. I don’t think that he would’ve even considered going down this road without somebody twisting his arm. I’m sure that it’s probably a woman and there’s no way a man would admit to having psychological issues.” I was only telling her what she needed to hear and the rest was going to be covered under the same client confidentiality I used with other patients.
“I know you’re just trying to get rid of me and I promise not to ambush you with a potential suitor on Sunday.” My father disappeared when I was young never to be seen from again and it left her to raise me on her own. I never did have an interest to track him down and make him face me once and for all. If he didn’t want me, then I didn’t want anything to do with him.
“I appreciate the effort it takes for you to mind your own business. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy our time together, but maybe we don’t have to speak about the elephant in the room.” I had a feeling being abandoned at an early age had forced me into my choice of career. I wanted to know what made people tick on the inside and not what others perceived on the outside.
It was an occupational hazard to look at someone and know their story by only their body language. I had become quite proficient at making snap judgments.
There were so many people in pain and the world continued to turn without anybody realizing what was happening behind the smile.
“I’m your mother and I will never stop meddling in your life for as long as I live. I want nothing but the best for you and you deserve the kind of happiness only dreamed of in fairy tales. I will do everything in my power to give you what you didn’t have growing up. I was your mother and your father all rolled into one package. You never did have a father figure and maybe that makes you hesitant to take the plunge.” I saw the building ahead and the wall of windows leading up to the top floor was indicative of the design.
I had seen it several times in passing, but this was the first time I was going to see within the inner sanctum. A went through security, showing my credentials and getting a temporary identification badge to enter onto the premises.
“I shouldn’t complain and you’ve always been the voice of reason in a din of indecision. I sometimes forget what kinda sacrifices you made to make a life for me. I will always be grateful. I really don’t know how I could’ve come this far without you.” It was always nice to throw her a bone and it might even get her off my back for the time being.
“You might be some big shot therapist, but I can see right through you.” She was breaking up and being underground in the parking structure had made reception spotty. “I…everything…want…happy.” It finally went dead with only a dial tone, but I think I understood what she said from the short burst of communication I received.
She was essentially telling me she wanted me to be happy and that everything would work out exactly as god planned. I’d stepped away from religion and I never could understand the practice of the collection plate.
I parked in my assigned spot for temporary visitors and stepped out to the smell of exhaust in the air. I walked with confidence in my white suit of armor and a black briefcase in my hand. The glasses were for show and I had 2020 vision.
I got into the elevator and the first thing I noticed was that I could see below me into the black chasm. It was a little disconcerting to feel like I was walking on air. I found myself breathing heavily and trying to compose my nerves with the possibility of the floor opening up and sending me to my untimely demise.
I glanced down at my phone and I brought up the text message sent to me by Jules or maybe somebody who was working for him. “Felicia Valentine I’ve heard some good things about your work and I would like to pick your brain on my staff. They were affected deeply by the case that was quite prevalent in the media as of late. I would like to make a proposition and I believe I have an offer you would be a damn fool to refuse.” It was the start of a lengthy correspondence which ended with dollar signs in my eyes. It was a temporary assignment, but the money was enough to keep food and a roof over my head for quite some time to come. I wasn’t transparent with my mother.
I watched the numbers slowly rise and I tried not to look down but it was a compelling sensation to see how close I was to the hand of death on my shoulder. There had to be a method to the madness, I couldn’t quite figure out why terrifying one self by getting into an elevator of complete glass was a good idea.