Chapter Six
Joshua
After the excitement of the bidding and I wonder if her niece, Scarlett is worth all this money. Not only from the bidding, but from the reduced amount that she’s accepting for the land as a result of fucking her. I wonder if she knows what’s at stake?
Then again, it’s not my place to tell her. She’s not my responsibility and she seemed willing as I head to her table. I know that I have to do one thing. Let her know exactly what’s at stake.
“Ms. Young,” I nod to Betty Young as I head to her table.
Everyone at the table’s staring at me and I only have my eye on one person. The woman who I get to fuck all weekend. There’s one thing that was missed out, the rules on tonight.
Do I take her now?
Or wait until later?
I’m just about to ask when Ms. Young says, “Well, I think that you two are going to be getting acquainted this weekend.” She stands up and says, “We’re all consenting adults.”
She reaches out for Scarlett’s hand, “I just paid a lot of money for you to have a good birthday dear. Make sure that you enjoy it.”
She nods to me, the code which means that if I want the contract to be signed then I better make sure that Scarlett enjoys it.
“It’ll be my pleasure to ensure that she does enjoy it.”
She smiles, still speechless and I could pretend that I want to talk. That I want to find out exactly what’s on her mind, but I don’t. Because I only have one thing on my mind, time’s ticking and her aunt has just paid seventy-five thousand dollars just for the weekend and I have a business to run. If I want to succeed as it has been doing for the last decade. Then I need to make sure that every minute she spends with me, she doesn’t regret.
The last thing that I need is for her to be crying to her aunt.
I’ve canceled calls, meetings, and other business ventures just to give her my undivided attention to this weekend. It’s a life line that I can’t afford to cut.
As we swiftly move through the crowd. Some of them are cheering and some of the women are giving her the evil eye.
‘Get over it!’
Damn, men are not that bitter and by the look of things, I did win the hottest woman at the ball. Even the young ones who are probably a year or two older than her, still appear middle-aged compared to her.
There’s an innocence about her, something that makes me take and protect her at the same time. She’s avoiding my eye contact every time I turn back to make sure that she’s behind me. That I’m not walking too fast. I must admit I could fucking run here. I didn’t even need my car. I could easily jog all the way home with her on my back.
As we reach the valet, my car’s parked outside and still we don’t speak. I should say something to her. But then for the first time in my life, I’m fucking speechless. I’ve never had an arrangement like this and some part of it’s so fucking weird. I never pay for sex, but this isn’t me paying her it’s the opposite way around which makes it even stranger.
The valet opens the door for her and she just moves to sit in the car. Maybe she’s scared and doesn’t know what to say too.
I put my keys in my pocket and then I hesitate moving into my car.
When I hear a familiar voice, one that only an hour ago, I would have wanted to be bent over my car and fucking her from behind. Now, she’s in front of me. My dick doesn’t twitch it’s as if it’s automatically decided who it wants tonight and it’s no longer Cathy Winters.
“Have a good night Joshua Moore.”
I nod, as I’m just about to jump into my car, “I intend to. And the same to you.”
I look up and notice that she has more buttons undone than she did when she did when we first met. In another life, I would have considered it. Maybe told her that I’ll be back after the weekend, but this was too close for comfort. I’d come too far to just give up on the contract like that.
I hesitate as I start the engine, until she speaks. She says something that I didn’t expect her to say, “I don’t believe in coincidences, Mr. Moore. What did my aunt have in mind?”
“She wanted me to show you a good time.”
She seems surprised and I sit back and wait for her to tell me that she doesn’t want to do it or she’s not that type of girl. Instead she clears her throat and says, “So, where are we going on our date?”
This is the point that I need to make very clear. I turn to her and say as I turn off the engine. I think that she may jump out of the car when she hears the truth.
“I don’t date. I fuck. If you want a man to show you round town and give you roses and sweet talk to you at the end of the night then you’re in the wrong car.”
Her eyes are wide and there’s no movement on her part but I know that one of two things are happening. Her heart’s beating like a rocket at the speed of light and her panties are wet. I bet that they’re dripping so much that she’s left a little patch on the seat.
“This weekend is about fucking sweetheart. I’m your dominant and you’re my submissive. If I tell you to bark, you ask me how loud? If I tell you to strip. You move at the speed of light and if I tell you to get on all fours. You do it without hesitation.”
She swallows a lump in her throat and she’s blinking out of control.
“So, my aunt paid seventy-five thousand dollars for you to fuck me?”
I like her tone, but as much as she’s trying to sound confident, she’s failing miserably because her voice is weak and her lips are quivering.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“So, you do this for a living?”
I laugh, “No, I have a job. I just know how to satisfy a woman.”
I’m waiting for her to leave. Tell me that she wants to get out and this isn’t what she had in mind. She thought that I’ll take her out to dinner or even show her a different part of town that she’s never seen before, she never expected my boldness or for me to tell her that her expectations were wrong. I’m only going to give her one thing and nothing more.
“When you say that I’m a submissive, you mean that I’m basically a dog?”
Her voice is weak as she’s probably trying to digest it all. Wondering if this is a good idea or not, which is fair enough and I don't mind taking the time out to explain it to her properly, “No it’s a different type of relationship. It’s not like an owner and their dog where I say fetch and you go and get the ball that I’ve just thrown and we repeat that over and over again until one of us gets tired.”
“So, what is it?”
“A submissive should always be respectful. I’m giving you the ground rules so that there’s no rudeness or attitude at anything that I command you to do. I need to ask one thing, you don’t seem the type but I need to be sure.”
“What?”
“You must be in control at all times. You can’t be an alcoholic or even a drug user, they are body and mind controlling agents. They can affect how you think and act at any time. You can get paranoid and think that I’m doing something or feel something even if I’m not touching you. You won’t get the full pleasure of being a submissive if you’re addicted to any of those things.”
“Well, I am addicted to one thing.”
I knew that it was too good to be true.
“Ben & Jerry! Does that count?”
She looks so innocent as she asks the question, I want to laugh, but I can tell that she’s serious and then I remember what her aunt said. She mentioned about her being depressed, maybe she’s been comfort eating as a result of it?
“No.”
She nods as if she’s trying to digest it all in, so I continue speaking. I think that it’s good to be honest before we go any further. So that we both know what we’re getting ourselves into.
“This is rule one of a good submissive relationship.”
I want to touch her hair and figure out what’s going to happen next.
She replies, “Honesty.”
Shit, she’s learning already I don’t even feel like taking her home. I feel like I want to reward her here and now.
“It’s about respect, I hold the position of authority and you as the submissive knows the difference between your needs and desires. I’m not a mind reader. I can only assume that you’re thinking certain things by your body movement. The way you react to my touch,” I trace a finger down her face.
She quivers and I growl, “Just like that, you want this as much as I do. I can tell. Otherwise, you would have bolted out of the car screaming that this isn’t something that you want. The fact that you’re in the car tells me that you want this.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe I’m processing this is in my mind trying to get my head around it. One thing’s for sure. You don’t beat around the bush.”
“Exactly. I need to make sure that you’re one hundred percent comfortable with all of this so that we both have a mutual understanding of where we go from now on.”
She nods her head.
“I want you to know your rights. When you think that I’ve crossed the line and when you think that it borderlines at abusive. So, the only way to make sure that everything goes according to plan is to come out with a safe word. Something that at any time you’re not comfortable with it all you shout out.”
She laughs, “There’s only one thing that I can think of…”
“Okay?”
I ask out of curiosity, because she seems lost in her thoughts and she's not saying anything as her eyes dart around the car. Maybe she doesn’t understand, so I give her a bit more detail, "I promise everything stops. No questions asked. Understood?”
“Yes.”
I’m waiting for her to say something else, like to tell me exactly what the word is, but she doesn’t. It’s as if she’s trying to figure it out and then she says, “Elsa.”
“Elsa?”
“Yes, from Frozen.”
She can tell that I haven’t got a clue what she’s talking about so she continues to explain it to me.
“It’s a movie and anyway, I think of myself as Elsa. Not as pretty as her, but we have the same color hair and sparkling blue eyes. She has…”
I laugh, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But if that’s what you want then. Who am I to question it.”
I turn the ignition and ask, “Ready?”
She nods, “This may sound crazy, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Yes, I’m ready.”
That’s music to my ears, I don’t even need the radio to play as she’s said exactly what I need to hear. This is going to be better than I thought it was going to be. In fact, I can’t wait to get her home and start. This weekend’s going to be fucking fantastic. Something that she’ll remember for her lifetime and maybe at the end of it, Ms. Young will give me even more of a discount, just for showing her niece the best time of her life.
Chapter Seven
Joshua
“I’m thinking that there’s no time like the present. We should just get straight down to business.”
She swallows as if she has a lump in her throat as I open up the car door.
“This is your home?”
I nod, I could say something smart. But I can tell that she’s nervous as she takes a lot longer to leave the car then she did to enter it in the first place.
I take out my hand and help her out of the car. She hasn’t said a word, even when I parked up I expected her to tell me that she doesn’t want to stay here. That she can’t do it anymore, but she says nothing as I lead her into the house.
I lock the car and then as I turn the key into my house, which is nothing like her aunt’s house I think about small talk. This isn’t the same as meeting someone or even trying to add someone to my little black book. This is completely different and I wonder if she wants to still go ahead with it or if she’s saving face, by not saying a word.
“Don’t worry I won’t bite.”
I’m expecting her to laugh with me, then I realize that I’ve lied a bit. I do intend to bite just a little bit especially when I’m sucking on those juicy melons.
It’s as if she’s a virgin because she looks lost. Then again, my house isn’t that big but she’s not fully game. I think there’s some doubt about her going ahead with it. I gave her the choice to leave at her aunt’s house, but she came along.
I could ask her the reason for it, to put her mind at ease, but I decide that once I get her butt naked, she’ll be begging me for more. I take her up the stairs and she steadily keeps up the pace and then as we get to the room. The one that’ll be her new home this weekend.
I announce as soon as I open the door, “Welcome to the best room in the house.”
She nervously smiles, but as we walk into the room and the sensor lightening starts to work slowly. I can see that she’s like a little kid in a candy store. I bet that she’s never seen let alone used anything in this room. I could beat around the bush and get make her think that this is a date, but it’s not.
My intentions for this weekend were clear and I gave her a chance to leave, but she didn’t want to. I watch as she walks around touching the whips and paddles. Then she pushes the swings, the one that I intend to strap her in by the end of the night. I know that she’ll feel better once we get started, there’s no doubt in my mind about that.
I know that some women find my dominance intimidating, but those are the horny ones; the ones who eye me up and down and over again. They spend their times hanging around bars trying to find someone to give them some attention with the intention of taking them home on the same night. Sometimes when I bring them to my play room they become intimidated. I wonder at times if women only want what they can’t have. When they get it, they don’t know what to do with it.
I don’t give her a chance to think. The only thing that she has to know is that I’m the one in charge here. She’s my puppet and all she has to do is my wishes alone. Nothing else. Once she’s here, not only will she feel better, but she’ll feel like a beautiful swan. Ready to go out and feel sore, but better about herself once more. That’s what her aunt wants and that’s what I intend to do. I won’t let my reputation forsake me. No, fucking way.
I don’t want her to think of this as a torture chamber. I turn around and I can see her eyes looking around wildly and there’s only fright written all over her face. She needs to be comfortable in here and there’s only one way to do that.
Make her sit down.
I point to the wooden chair and say, “Sit.”
Her eyes are wider and she’s hugging her breasts as if her life depends on it. Any more resistance and I’ll just send her back home. I asked if she was down for it. I didn’t pretend that we were going out on a date. I told her straight up. This is what your weekend will entail and I thought she understood.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Now, I’m thinking that this fucking deal isn’t worth it.
Scarlett’s around five foot eight and with her heels we’re nearly the same size. The chair’s big enough for her. I can’t wait to see what’s fucking underneath that dress. What pleasures is she hiding underneath it?
I wonder if she thinks that what I said to her in the car was a joke. “Remember your safe word?”
She nods as she sits down and then I kneel in front of her and she whispers, “Elsa.”
I don’t know who the fuck she is, but she seems to have made an impression on me. I move her dress up her legs. She doesn’t say a word, she’s still hugging her breasts and her movements are uncomfortable. I’m about to make her relax.
“I’m going to taste you.”
She doesn’t say a word; her eyes just get wider as she looks at me. Then I stand up while watching her, she’s looking around the room. She’s not saying that she wants to leave, but Scarlett’s pretty much not saying anything.
Her movements say it all. I’m expecting her to start biting her nails at any moment. I take off my jacket and loosen up my buttons, but I’m not looking at her. She can’t even see where I’m standing at the moment because the light’s so dim in this corner of the room.
I take a deep breath as I go back to her. She’s sitting in the same position that I left her in.
I rip the bottom of her dress, it’s a type of chiffon and there’s so much of it.
Again, nothing.
Then I do it again. Until her legs are fully exposed, I trace a finger up her soft, smooth silky skin. She trembles once again, but I put one leg on one shoulder and then the other on the other.
Then I use my hands to shift her butt closer to me. She doesn’t say a word, but if I didn’t know any better I would say that her fears have turned into a smile as the thin piece of string in between her pussy is ripped.
“You’re so fucking wet!”
She gasps as I slip my hands underneath her ass and pull her pussy closer to my face. I tease her pussy, by watching her reaction as I slide one finger inside of her. She doesn’t say a word, but then she can’t keep a straight face any longer as I start to rub her clit with my thumb.
“Arrh!”
She’s pushing her chest and I’m tempted to pull down the remains of her dress and suck on her nipples. I can see that they’re hard, so I decide that it’s best if I concentrate on her dripping pussy as I start to work the length of her folds.
“Yes,” she cries out and it encourages me to do it more.
The more she quivers and reacts to my sucking her pussy the more I want to make her come. Once she gets to that stage, she won’t be nervous, she’ll be the one that’ll be on her knees begging for more.
I caress her dripping pussy with soft strokes and the temptation to fuck her with my tongue is too much to bear.
“Fuck, you taste like fucking honey!”
She moans in response to my statement and then starts to grind against me. I start to lick with her at times picking up the rhythm and then Scarlett crosses the line as she starts to reach out and pull my head towards her.
I bark out, “Hold on to the chair. Not me!”
She hesitates for a minute, but then I continue to scoop her like a tub of ice-cream and this time she’s no longer moaning, but wailing as if her life depends on it.
Then her body jerks, because I cleaned her up real good; I can tell she’s never been licked like that before. I tongue fucked her pussy, filling her from wall to wall. Her cunt was so tight it never knew what hit it until my tongue did. I jump up. There’s so much more to do and so little time.
“Scarlett!” she’s lifeless on the chair as if she’s about to fall asleep. We’ve just begun. She can’t sleep yet.
I made her come harder than I bet she has ever done before in her life. She’s practically a virgin, but I know that by the end of the weekend, she’ll be a lot more than a woman. I’m going to give her the biggest gift of all. She’s going to get sex in so many different ways she’ll never be the same. Shit, she doesn’t even know how fucking lucky she is, but she’s about to find out.
I grab her by the waist and the material around her bust is so damn tight that I can’t rip it easily. Like a rag doll I turn her around and pull her zip down so fast. That she cries out, “Ouch!”
At least now she’s fully awake, I was worried that the games were over before they’ve even begun.
“I’m putting you in the swing.”
“I can’t go in that. I’m too heavy it’ll snap!” she screeches and then moves away from me, now I’ve finally seen her naked and her tits are bouncing away from me, instead of in my mouth.
I shake my head, “Remember anything that you don’t want. You have to say the safe word or you’ll be punished. That’s a part that I didn’t tell you about and should have warned you about.”
She pleads, “You’ve ripped my dress and now I have nothing to wear all weekend. I didn’t know it would be like this and I’m tired.”
I’m getting tired of her already. My cock was fully erect and now it’s starting to go limp as she continues to complain.
“Get out of here. I’ll get your Aunt to refund the money because this is not working out for me.”
She shakes her head, “You’re right. I got into this and for that I need to get punished.”
“But, you’re not sure.”
“I know one thing, I’ve never come like that before in my life. I know that right now I’m going on the wing and you’re the first person that’s been honest about his intentions. Even if it’s a bit over the top. I know that if I walk out of that door. If I say the safe word. I’ll regret it. Let’s do this.”
I walk up to her, “This isn’t Starbucks. You’re not trying out the new Frappuccino.”
“If it was, then I wouldn’t be wet.”
She’s got me there. I look at her for a minute. I’m so fucking close that I whisper, “I’m going to punish you for disobeying me. Do you understand?”
She nods, which seems to be her way of keeping her fears inside. I think about the girls that I’ve told on their first night. They never reacted like this. They were like hungry wolves. This fucking thing is not working and I turn around to tell her and I’m shocked at what she’s doing. “Scarlett…”
She doesn’t respond, she’s on all fours on the floor. Her head’s down and she’s ready for me. Just like I’d hope she would be from the start.
I pace up the room, trying to debate which paddle to use. I’m going to give her a good ole spanking. One that will have her begging for more.
I decide to take a big one for her fat ass. It’s big enough to sting her and give her a bit of pain, but not enough to put this weekend to a dramatic end.
“Shh,” I reach down to lift her up, “Seeing as this is your first time don’t worry I’ll be gentle.”
I know that she’s about to ask me what I’m going to do. As I have the paddle hidden from her view. We move towards the sofa. The big leather one that I love to fuck on once in a while and I sit in the middle. She’s about to find out how she’ll be punished as I sweep her in my arms and rest her on my knee.
I pinch her butt and she lifts it up slightly and she doesn’t make a sound. Instead, she moves her butt higher in the air as if she wants me to do it again.
“This will sting, but embrace it and the pain will soon turn to pleasure.”
“I liked it when you pinched me just now.”
Confirmation that she wants me to go ahead.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she purrs and I wish that I could see her face, but seeing her red cheeks will have to do for now.
I rest my hand lightly against her and then the next I’m crashing it onto her left cheek.
“Ahh!” she screams out a lot louder than I expected her to do. I want to use my hand at first and then when she’s more comfortable with it. I’ll switch to the paddle.
I continue to do it, picking up the pace. She makes no sound. Instead she stops screaming out every time I spank her and I can tell that she’s enjoying it as she grinds her pussy against my leg.
She’s embracing the pain as she starts to grind harder. I can tell that the intensity of my spanks and her being over my knee is no longer frightening, her but turning her on.
“You’re enjoying it aren’t you.”
“Hmm,” she purrs and I start to feel confident about her time in the room. As I continue to spank her she lines her pussy against the curve of my thigh. She starting to turn herself on as she’s no longer crying, but moaning for more.
I keep reminding myself about the paddle which is by my leg, but I’m not ready to use it yet.
I love the way that her butt is cherry red and there’s nothing that turns me on more than a good spanking. I stop and run my hands over her burning flesh. I don’t want to hurt her. If I do it any harder then it would turn into pain and I’m not a fucking sadist.
“I love seeing a girl over my knee. It fucking turns me on.”
She whispers, “I love it.”
I slip my finger into her folds. She’s fucking dripping wet, just like I thought she was because she hasn’t stopped grinding her cunt against my leg. It’s as if she’s starting to come against my leg.
“Now, you’re ready for the swing.”
She doesn’t say a word. I could have told her to call me Master or even Sir. But this is our first time together and I don’t want to give her all the rules.
One step at a time, I shouldn’t put her in the swing, but so far, apart from our little mishap, she seems to be slipping in nicely.
I should offer her water. Or even let her rest, but this isn’t a fucking hotel and my cock’s dying to fucking come.
I put her in the spinning swing that hangs from the overhead beam. It has a swivel clip, so she can rotate in any direction with the padded support. She should be able to maneuver and not feel uncomfortable. I strap her up by her hands and then by her legs. She’s hanging above another wooden chair. This swing’s a masterpiece. She can use her body weight to adjust how she’s hanging and change positions so I can fuck her at any angle I want.
I stop for a minute to see what her pussy is doing and it´s fucking dripping from her spanking and my cock’s getting harder in anticipation. I’m so fucking hard I need to fuck right now. I leave her for a second and go to the closet. The one that has the condoms. I rip open the packet and then I roll it onto my aching cock.
Scarlett swings towards me and then I don’t hesitate in entering her dripping pussy with her legs sprawled out like an eagle. Seeing her pussy on full display doesn't stop my want to enter it. I do gently at first and she winces, but as I slowly enter her, she starts to get used to it. She’s no longer moving uncomfortably but greeting my cock with open arms. Scarlett starts purring while I use the swing for leverage.
“Hmm,” she purrs as she holds on to the straps. She looks as if she’s about to come. She’ll learn about multiple orgasms and come in more ways that she never thought were imaginable until now.
Shit, I know that she wants it so bad as I hold the swing still and angle her so that she’s hardly moving. My cock is going in and out of her fully. It slides in and fills her up and her pussy clenches on to it.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
She’s screaming words out like a woman that’s been raised in a brothel. The innocent Scarlett has left the room and the true whore that she’s kept buried inside of her is screaming out.
“Fuck!”
I move my hands from the straps to her tits. They’re so fucking juicy as they continue to bounce up and down as she moves her body.
“Oh God, yes!”
She screams out as I flick her nipples. I wish that it was my tongue where my hands are right now. Shit, I wanted to suck them from the moment I laid eyes on them. I feel like a greedy boy that’s been left with all his favorite toys and doesn’t know which one to play with first. I want them all. I want my tongue where my hands are, and my cock in her mouth.
Shit, this is driving me insane, because I’m losing fucking control. I never do that. I’m the one tiring them out. Pushing them to the limit. Scarlett’s managed to do that and she’s not even trying.
“Yes!”
I’m not ready to climax yet.
There are no clocks allowed in here, because I don’t need any distraction. But I start to feel tired and I can’t hold back any longer. Time exerts pressure to finish or causes disappointment in the time taken to come.
I add my finger into her cunt and scratch her entrance. Now, she’s wrestling while in the straps. I can tell that it’s driving her insane and I don’t hold back as I want her to feel that this isn’t over. I’m not done yet.
I realize that I’m kidding myself as with one final groan and her pussy holding on to my cock one more time, my sperm rips out into the condom. I feel a sense of urgency as I plunge deeper inside of her. It feels as if the come has come from every part of my body. I feel weak as my body feels as if it’s possessed and my muscles flex to the point of pain and I know that she’s not the only one that needs rest.
No longer is she screaming out. She’s feeling weak as I am right now. I have a room set up for her as soon as I get my breath back. I expect to lift her and lay her down. In her own room. I want her again and again. I intend to enjoy every part of this weekend, not just because of the deal, but because there’s something about Scarlett. Not just her beauty or curvaceous body. She’s bringing a craving out of me. One that I never even knew existed until now.
Chapter Eight
Scarlett
I feel as if every piece of me is hurting, but I can’t wipe this smile off my face. It’s as if he’s uplifted me into a different zone. One that I didn’t even know existed. Sex with Sam was mechanic, but I thought that it was love. I knew after he dumped me that it couldn’t have been love but the idea of being with someone and having no connection with them. It didn’t make sense to me.
No conversation or anything and being so blown away by having sex with them is something that I’d never thought was possible until now.
I curl up in the bed, the one he laid me down in like a delicate flower. I should get up, my stomach’s growling and I just remembered that apart from the text to tell Gretchen that I arrived at the house, she doesn’t know about my whereabouts. Then again as far as she’s concerned I’m at Aunt Betty’s house.
I sit up and take in my surroundings, which includes my naked body. I’ve kept it hidden under sweats as if it was something to be ashamed about, but he made me feel like a Princess. He delicately touched it and even spanked my ass like a naughty girl.
I use the pillow to cover my face. As I stand up and move towards the window. I shake my head at the idea of drawing the curtains and discovering that a nosey neighbor could see me in my birthday suit. Then again, what do I care?
It’s not as if I’m coming back here again.
I’m sure that once Joshua has finished playing with me then he’ll dismiss me like a piece of trash. I’m pulling back the curtains and not concentrating on the door. Someone’s knocking and by the time the door swings open I do the craziest thing. I use the curtains to cover my body. Just in case it’s not Joshua.
God! Just say he has a wife or something? What the hell am I going to do?
“Hello,” a faint voice says as I stand frozen behind the curtains. I don’t even know what side of the house this room is facing, I just know that the woman who’s coming in the room can’t see me completely naked.
I have no clothes. Damn! I should have run behind the other door. I’m sure that must be the bathroom or something, then again, this room’s as big as Gretchen’s living room.
“Hello,” I whisper back. “I’m not dressed!”
She’s by the door, a short Hispanic woman all in white pants and a matching shirt.
“I’m Asun, Mr. Moore’s housekeeper. He had to go out this morning and he said that I should check in on you.”
“Oh,” I say, disappointed that he’s not going to stay here the whole weekend and then I shake my head at the idea that I’m thinking about him as more than being someone who loves having sex.
I couldn’t be any different to any of the other women that he’d played with in his room. I needed to get it out of my head if I thought any differently about what happened between us.
“Yes, don’t worry he won’t be too long.”
I nod my head thinking that the idea of being in his house and not being able to see him feels a bit weird, especially because I have no clothes.
She smiles and I can tell that she’s just as uncomfortable as I am at the moment.
“I just came to tell you that I’m making lunch.”
I nod thinking great, I’m hungry but I can’t eat, because I haven’t got any clothes.
“Okay so there’s towels and a robe in the bathroom,” she points to the right of me.
“And in the closet, you’ll find all your clothes.”
“My clothes?”
“Yes, but how did they get here?”
She shrugs, “I don’t know but Mr. Moore wanted me to tell you that you have clothes in there.”
Then there’s a moment of awkward silence as I try and digest it all. He has my clothes in the house, when I told him that I only had that dress. He didn't say anything. Also, the whole thing was nuts, because I jumped in his car thinking that we were going on a date. When he told me that we weren’t I didn’t even think about clothes. There were too many things going on in my mind. Like the fact that he said that we were going to have a fucking weekend.
“Miss, is there anything else?”
She’s so small and with her friendly face I can tell that she probably knows everything that goes on in this house, but probably doesn’t tell a soul.
“No. Oh…”
She’s turning back to leave the room. I’m too scared to turn to see if the neighbors can see my big ass out of the window.
“My name’s Scarlett. You don’t need to call me Miss. I’ll be down in about fifteen minutes. I just need to get showered and dressed.”
“Okay,” she’s still beaming and then turns to leave.
But then she hesitates and says, “Don’t worry, that window faces the back of the house. So, no one can see you behind there.”
She read my mind, but she doesn’t wait for me to answer as she shuts the door, I wonder if when she said when lunch was ready. She wasn’t inviting me to lunch. She was just telling me about it. Then it dawns on me.
Lunch!
What time is it?
I race to my purse which I see on a side table and I can’t believe it as I look at my phone. It’s almost two and I’ve been sleeping all this time?
Well, since I lost my job I still get up at the same time, but at this time. This is when I have my afternoon nap.
Shoot, I sound as if I’m five years old.
I walk across the cream bedroom to the closet which is the whole of the wall facing the bed. I can’t believe what I see before my eyes. She’s right about one thing, there’s clothes but none of them are mine. There’s a few dresses, elegant ones like the one that I was wearing when I entered the house, a couple of jeans, shirts and pants too. It’s as if I’m moving in with the selection of clothes.
Is he sure that I’m only staying here for the weekend?
There’s underwear and even a few perfumes. They’re a bit strong and I end up coughing as I spray them on myself,. The craziest part, I have a stronger desire to call Gretchen then I do to put clothes on. Especially now I know that I’m facing the back of the house. I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me.
I draw the curtains and true to her word. I see a pool, and some shrubs and a decking area. Considering Joshua lives here alone, this is more of a family home.
I start to dial Gretchen and I’m shocked when she picks up on the first ring.
“Aunt Betty driving you crazy yet?”
I shake my head, “Nope.”
“So, how you doing?”
“Okay.”
“Just okay, because I have a feeling that you called me for something.”
I smile, but I’m trying so hard to keep it in.
“Because you hardly call me. Normally it’s a text.”
“Oh.”
She can pick up the vibe on the phone and I feel silly for calling her and even worse for trying to keep it a secret. I called her for a reason. A big one and I feel like a little kid as I tell her my dirty secret.
“I had sex. Not just sex. Mind, blowing hotter than hot sex,” I run to the bed and I kick my legs in the air as I start to tell her about the night. I start from the auction and after every moment all she can say is, “Shut up!”
“No way! You dirty girl. He didn’t?”
“Gretchen, I tell you, I’ve never been that into sex.”
“That’s because you lost your virginity to Sam.”
I sigh as she mentions his name, not because I miss him. Or even hate the way he treated me, but for the first time since I’ve been dumped I realize that I gave up so much of myself to him. I will never let any man treat me like that ever again.
“I hope that you enjoyed it?”
“What do you think?”
She laughs, “The way that you’re talking right now. It sounds as if you more than enjoyed it. It sounds as if he’s woken my bestie from the dead.”
“He’s done that in more ways than one. What about you? What are you up to?”
She chuckles, “Oh, I feel like getting dressed up going to a bar and having mind-blowing sex with a stranger.”
“Do it!”
“He really did a number on you Scarlett. You used to frown at that type of talk. You used to say that there had to be a connection. Even at one point you even told me that there had to be love.”
I giggle at her quoting me. “I don’t care what I said when I was in love with the fool. All I know is that I’m going to get showered, dressed and wait for Mr. Moore to come back and strap me up again.”
“Is that his name?”
I laugh at the idea of it. “Ironic right? That his name is more. Mr. Moore can give it all to me all weekend long. I just need to get my pussy in the bath so that it can sooth a bit. I’m hurting a bit.”
“Holy crap Scarlett, you’re talking dirty too. Right, that’s it. Fuck this case. Not only are you going to get some. But, I’m going to do it too.”
“Yes, but I’m getting so much more…”
“That’s a bad joke. Not really, it’s my reality and instead of spending all my time talking about it. I’m going to get ready just to get it.”
“You do that. I can’t believe that you’re having sex with a stranger. I was worried about your aunt driving you crazy and you eating two tubs of Ben & Jerry’s instead of just one.”
I sit up and say, “You don’t have to worry about that. Ben & Jerry and I are officially separated this weekend. Unless he wants to lick it from inside of me.”
“Damn girl! You’re so nasty!”
“Catch you later. Bye.”
I wave as I think about getting ready for when he does come back. I meant every word of it. I intend to enjoy this weekend, there’s only one and a half days left and I want my aunt to get her money back. While I enjoy it on my back and every single position that Mr. Moore wants me in his playroom.