Chapter Twenty-One
Julia
Seeing Bethey as I walked into our apartment, I found myself feeling rather chatty. “Hey, you’ll never guess what happened to me today, Bethey.”
Picking up the glass of red wine she was already halfway through, she cocked one eyebrow at me. “Let me try to guess, Julia. Um, you got to meet some big celebrity?”
I shook my head. “Even better than that.” I went to the kitchen to grab myself a wine glass and filled it to the brim with the wine she’d left open on the counter.
“Better than meeting a celeb, huh?” She ran her finger around the rim of her own glass. “Okay, did you find a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk?”
Laughing, I went to sit down with her on the sofa. “Nope. You’ll never guess. Let me just tell you about it.”
“Okay then.” She nodded at me. “Shoot.”
I felt giddy, my insides all wiggly as I let her in on my news. “Artimus is into me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You think that’s news, Julia?”
“Well, yeah, I do.” Pulling the glass to my mouth, I took a sip while my roommate laughed her ass off.
“How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time?” she cackled away, nearly falling off the sofa.
“I don’t see why you think I’m dumb, Bethey.” I got up, picking up her now empty glass and taking it to the kitchen. “No more wine for you. You’ve had plenty.”
She stopped laughing to look over at me as I washed out her glass. “Oh, come on. You’ve got to know that he and you have had the hots for each other since day one.”
Going back to take my seat again, I said, “That may be true, but today we told each other how we feel.”
She went silent, her eyes wide. “Julia, this isn’t good at all.”
I knew her warnings about dating the boss. “Don’t worry. We’re adults, Bethey. We agreed that it wouldn’t be smart to date while working together. And I don’t want to quit my job. So, we won’t be doing anything about the attraction. Even though I really think he might be the one.” I sloshed the wine in my glass, looking at the legs it left on the glass. “I’m not stupid. I know my ideas about relationships are a bit intimidating for most people, Artimus included.”
“And he’s aware of all of this?” she asked me with some concern.
“I’ve told him what I want in a man,” I said with a nod. “And he knows I’ll only ever share my body with one man.” I took a drink of the wine to steady myself. “And he didn’t jump in and say he’d be what I needed. He’s not ready to make the kind of commitment I want.”
Bethey tapped her fingers on the table next to her. “Did he tell you straight up that he wasn’t interested in seeing you exclusively?”
“No. But we didn’t let it get that far. I said that no relationship is set in stone and that I worked for him and wanted to continue doing that, so we’d have to put the attraction to the side. And he agreed.” I put the wine glass down to think about that for a minute.
Bethey was already on it though. “He agreed?” She shook her head. “I don’t see a man like that agreeing so easily to not moving forward if there’s really an attraction there. And I know there is. He’s got a plan, Julia. Artimus Wolfe, the great and powerful billionaire turned network mogul, has something up his sleeve, and you’re going to have to be very careful now that you’ve admitted everything to him.”
Could she be right? Had I misread him? Would Artimus set some type of a trap for me now?
And if he did, would I really give a crap if I fell into it?
My go-to fantasy of him turning caveman on me rose up in the back of my head. “I’m going to take a long hot bath then hit the sheets, Bethey. If you need to use the bathroom, now’s the time.”
“Okay,” she said as she got up. “That wine has filled my bladder up entirely.”
I headed to my bedroom to grab my robe and a towel. All the while, I had to wonder if Artimus really did have something up his sleeve like Bethey had suggested.
Finding a bath bomb I’d gotten at Christmas, I took it with me as I headed to the bathroom, which Bethey had by now vacated. I filled the tub with hot water then threw in the bomb. An aromatic blend of lavender and a bunch of other flowers filled the room.
After stripping off my clothes, I climbed into the tub, settling in for a long, relaxing soak. Dunking a washcloth into the water, I wrung it out then placed it over my face, covering my eyes.
With my body so relaxed, it was easy to let my mind slip into an alternate reality. One where only Artimus and I existed.
He was there with me, in the bathtub. His hard body was behind mine as his large hands moved over my arms, his lips grazing the side of my neck as he whispered sweet nothings to me.
I’d never had sweet nothings whispered to me. I had no idea what words they actually were. But I would’ve bet anything that Artimus would know how to ignite a fire inside of me using nothing more than his little words.
With my body between his legs, I could feel the lump of his swelling manhood against my lower back. Heat pooled between my legs, and my body yearned to feel that hot piece of flesh between his legs, inside my most intimate areas.
Turning to face him, I moved my legs to straddle his body. His hard cock pressed against my apex. “Artimus, I am yours.”
His hand ran up my back, taking hold of my neck and pulling me to him. His mouth was hot and demanding as he kissed me. Our tongues did battle before his overtook mine, claiming it, making it his.
His hands moved to my waist, lifting me up then sliding me back down on his erection. My body shuddered with desire as he entered me. My breath caught in my chest as he impaled me with his long, massive organ.
As if the gates of heaven had been opened, I could feel the rush of energy flow through me as he filled me so completely. He moved me up and down, stroking his cock with my body. Slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, he moved my body.
His mouth released mine and I pulled back to look at him. His bright blue eyes penetrated mine. Though we used no words, his gaze told me exactly what he was thinking. It told me that I was the only one for him and that he was the only one for me. No one would ever come between us. We would always be as one.
My lips trembled to feel his on them again, and he pulled me back into his arms to give me the kiss I yearned for. The way the water moved around our bodies served to enhance the electricity that flowed between us. Each lap of water against my flesh seared it.
I moved on my own to stroke his cock now as his hands moved away from my waist, up my back, until he had two handfuls of my hair, pulling it back, forcing our lips to part. He kissed a trail down my throat, over my collarbone, then took one tit into his hot mouth.
A hiss escaped me as he bit my nipple. My cunt clenched around his cock at the pain, though it hurt in a way that pleased me to no end. “Devour me, Artimus.”
Biting and sucking my tit, he made my arousal grow with every nip. I arched my back as an orgasm ripped through me. Although my body pulsed around his cock, he didn’t let go yet, continuing his assault on my breast.
As soon as his mouth left that area, I nearly wept with the loss. I moaned with pleasure as he bit the other nipple. “Yes!”
Artimus growled as he gnawed my flesh. The man had an animal wildness inside him, hidden beneath his human exterior. As he feasted on me, my nails raked across his back as another orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I shrieked with the sensation, which nearly took me under it was so intense. “Yes! Artimus, yes!”
My body shook as I came back down. All the while the animal in Artimus only grew. He pulled his mouth off me before moving me off him. I had no idea what he was doing as he got out of the bathtub and reached in and picked me up as if I didn’t weigh a thing. “I want to watch, baby.”
I still didn’t understand but trusted him completely as he took me to the vanity. The long mirror above it cast our reflections back to us. He pushed me to lie on my chest and then thrust his cock into me from behind, holding me down, watching himself in the mirror as he fucked me.
My eyes were glued to his muscular reflection. His body rippled with each hard thrust he gave me. My cunt dripped with desire as he moved his hard cock deep inside of me.
The masterful man who took me from behind made me feel like a goddess. And he was my god.
His dark hair hung in damp strands, sticking to his handsome face. His breaths came out in short huffs with each thrust he made. I’d never seen him look manlier. He appealed to me on every level.
My sweet Artimus could become a sexual master, capable of turning me into his whore who sought only to please her master. He alone would have the pleasure of using my body, in whatever ways he needed to. And his body would be used by mine, allowing me to feel things I’d never felt before. We had more than just a sexual connection; it went to our very cores. And that connection couldn’t be denied.
His cock went stiff inside of me and heat filled me. Cum dripped down between my legs as he gave me his seed. I looked at his reflection, his jaw tense, his eyes on mine through the mirror as he claimed me. “Only my seed will ever fill you. Only your cunt will ever receive my gift, Julia. I am yours and yours alone.”
“I am yours and yours alone, Artimus.” My eyes closed as my body burst with another orgasm.
The sound of my harsh breathing brought me back to reality. I was in the bathtub, my hand between my legs, my finger on my clit. Somehow, I’d just given myself the most intense orgasm of my life.
“My God,” I whispered to myself.
I knew that being with Artimus would be beyond imagination, especially knowing that we were invested in only each other. Giving myself to him while knowing that he was the only man for me would be better than any fantasy my imagination could conjure up.
Why do things have to be so damn complicated?