Chapter 6

Ella

Rainier dries me off and leads me into the den, now lit by a dozen pillar candles. There’s an unlit fireplace in front of us, and glass doors on either side, both cracked open to allow the salty ocean breeze through. Behind us is a long leather sofa.

“What are you doing?” I wonder as Rainier releases my hand and settles himself onto the sofa.

“I’m not doing anything,” he answers. “You’re going to dance, and I’m going to watch.”

“But there isn’t any music.”

Rainier calls out his request for whatever electronic assistant is installed in this villa, and some light 90’s R&B fills our space. My hips automatically rock back and forth, and I realize that it’s easier for me to dance for him than it is for me not to. I turn my back on him and roll my hips, giving him a generous eyeful of my round rear. I lift my hands and run them through my hair, lifting it slightly off my shoulders as I sway, then spin, breasts jiggling.

He’s stroking himself down, glued to my every movement, and I bite my lip for him. His tie is loose on his shoulder, his shirt partially unbuttoned from before. His hair is wild now, and his eyes gleam with hot lust. He seethes and his fist pumps over his rigid member, slick with pre-cum now.

“You kind of look like this woman from my office,” Rainier blurts.

I would fall over if I were in heels right now, but I’m not, so the stutter is easy to smooth over. I drop my hair and flip it. “Oh, really?” I say, speaking in a slightly lower voice. I come swirling down into a wide squat for him. Even though we’re treading in dangerous waters now, he’s the one who brought me up. I have to know. “You want her? Fantasize about her?”

“Oh, yeah, almost compulsively now,” he answers, skinning his teeth over his lower lip as he views me. “But you’re nothing like her.”

I smirk and throw myself onto hands and knees, crawling toward him seductively. My palms fan over his knees and I slither over his lap.

“Tell me about her,” I coo, brushing my lips softly against his broad mushroom tip. “Talk dirty to me.”

“Fuck, yeah, you are a bad girl,” Rainier purrs excitedly. His fingers bury themselves in the hair at the nape of my neck. “She’s so fucking... attentive,” he confesses, pausing to glare and groan while I deep-throat him. I want him to tell me all about me. Tell me all about how bad he’s wanted me for months. God, yes, I knew it. Deep down, I knew he wanted me, too. “She does everything perfectly, like my sexy slave. Oh, fuck. I just think about how attentive she’d be on my cock. I think about what’s going on under all those clothes. I think about... oh, fuck, I think about splitting her tight skirts open and ripping her hose and tying her wrists with it and putting her down on the desk. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”

I’m insanely wet hearing that he wanted to do that to me, and I reach between my thighs and up to my pouring pussy, feverishly working over a clit that should’ve quit long ago. But I need to come again, now that I’m hearing all this. Now that I’m working down his pole so perfectly, and he doesn’t know I’m the good girl making him come. He has no idea how good I am. I’m too good.

“I want you to fuck her when you go home,” I rasp, squeezing him with my fist while my mouth has to be away. My middle finger grinds on my clit. “I want you to fuck her just like that.” Then I’m on him again immediately.

“Oh, god, fuck,” Rainier curses at the ceiling. “I’d rub her pussy and smack it and lick it, because I know that shit is sweet. Oh, I can feel it when I look at her. Oh, and I’d make her come so hard... fuck, yeah. But I can’t, Good Girl. I can’t.”

I come off his member. “You seem like a powerful man,” I remind him. I drive his shaft down my throat, then come back up. “You can do anything.” I go down again.

“I can do anything but she might lose her job,” he says to me, and I slowly pull off of him. My eyes lift up to his and my swollen lips gape apart. I rise up to settle, straddling his lap, and unwind the loose tie from his neck. “I won’t do it,” he tells me simply, and I smile down at him. I tie the tie over his eyes and then lick my lips.

I align our sexes and sink down onto him. Should I do it? Should I tell him? Because I won’t be able to bear knowing what he wants, bending over his desk, and him, not grabbing my panties and ripping them off. Him resisting. I can’t live in a world where he resists me forever.

I lean back and brace myself on his knees, bucking my hips. I push the mask up my face, so it rests on my forehead. He’ll be able to see who I really am.

“Rainier!” Rex’s voice pierces our moment from outside.

I scramble off of Rainier’s hard-on and pull my mask over my eyes again.

“Get back on me, girl,” Rainier commands, ripping the blindfold from his face.

At the same time, I whirl to face Rex fully. He’s already through the billowing drapes and I’m not sure if he saw my face or not, but either way, he knew to expect me here. I look different, but not different enough that someone who knows I was invited won’t suspect anything.

“Mr. M,” Rainier snaps at Rex. “What the hell are you doing here right now?”

“I was just leaving,” I say, folding my arms protectively over my nipples.

“Nonsense,” Rex says with a grin. His eyes hungrily trail my body. “Stay... I just wanted to check in with my friend.” He steps closer to me and then hesitates. His head cocks and I see the pieces click into place for him.

My eyes widen. He doesn’t just suspect. He knows.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Rainier says to Rex. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something with—with—”

“Ms. P,” Rex supplies, and my blood slushes into ice water. He’s going to expose me. And he’s not going to say it nicely.

“Ms. P?” Rainier scowls at Rex. “You’ve met?”

“No,” I lie. “I don’t know Ms. P.”

“Oh... my mistake,” Rex excuses himself, never peeling his eyes away from me. I wish I had more hands to cover my bare snatch, so visible and exposed.

“I call her Good Girl,” Rainier introduces me, sounding savage and aggressive in spite of the technically polite words.

“You can just call me Mrs. H,” I tell Rex, hoping he’ll get the picture about what happened here and leave it as it is. After all, I’m a lowly secretary. Am I really worth the paperwork of an actual termination, especially if I might have a decent claim against the company for discrimination?

“Mrs. H,” Rex echoes coolly. “Is that so, Mr. H? Is she your Island wifey, eh?”

“Yes,” Rainier answers without hesitation.

“Well, well. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Rex reassures me, reaching out to slide his palm down my arm. I cringe away from the touch, which feels invasive. His eyes feel invasive. “Unless you don’t mind if I join?”

“I fucking mind,” Rainier snaps, shoving at Rex’s arm. “Get out of here, man!”

Rex absorbs the shove and glowers at Rainier, then casts the same stormy look onto me. “I think you might want me to stick around,” he replies. “We really need to talk, brother... unless your island wifey wants to give us both...?”

His eyes trail back to me and I bristle. It’s too uncomfortable and I march past him, through the billowing drapes and open door.

“You’re this close,” I hear Rainier growl to Rex, clearly threatening him. “Good Girl!”

“I have to go,” I lie, so horrified I’m almost dizzy. I push through the billowing curtains and am thankfully expelled into the warm November night. I didn’t feel naked before, but I feel naked now. Knowing that Rex McKenzie has seen me, that he has identified me—and it seemed he was just trying to low-key blackmail me into fucking him with Rainier—I feel vulnerable and exposed, almost running back to my villa.