Chapter Ten

Liam

I’m home early from work. I can’t stop imagining Chelsea and how her tight mouth sucked me off and the way she tasted on my fingers. I’m a very hungry man, and only she can satisfy my appetite.

When I realize she and Jack aren’t home, I take out my phone to text her while going up the stairs and toward her bedroom. The door is wide open, and I step inside and head to her dresser. I open each drawer until I find the hidden treasure. A slinky black, lace thong catches my eyes, and quickly I grab it, shut the drawer, and stroll into my bedroom.

My phone vibrates inside my pocket and I retrieve it and open her text message.

Chelsea: We’ll be home later. Out and about with Allison.

Me: Sounds good. Hope you’re having fun.

Chelsea: I am. I’ll see you in a few hours.

Me: Sounds good.

I place my phone on my nightstand, slip her thong from my pocket, bring the lacey material to my nose, and breathe in. The soft fabric makes my dick throb. I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants, then free my hard cock and stroke it. The thong’s in my face—under my nose and in my mouth. Fuck. My hand moves faster until I rub the thong over my cock and cum all over it. The release eases the tension in my body and I relax. My eyes are still closed, remembering Chelsea, and obsessing over everything about her. Her lips. Her eyes. The way her long, wavy, blonde hair cascades past her shoulders and down her back.

After I clean myself up and place the panties in my laundry basket, hidden in my closet, I change into loose sweatpants and a plain white tee. Since she’s out, I have time to get some work done and review a few files. I head down to my office, turn on my laptop, and wait for it to boot.

Thinking about Chelsea makes me wonder why I’ve never had any interest in other women or in settling down.

Being with Sadie was out of convenience. I never loved her. Our marriage was for my benefit, and I never wanted nor expected her to fall in love with me. She wanted more, more than I could give her. After the finalization of our divorce, the idea of settling down never crossed my mind. Everything in my life has been about the company, and furthering my father’s dream of expanding across the nation and making money. I’ve accomplished what I set out to do, and then some. I have more money than I can imagine. The sudden need to take care of someone hit me out of left field. Just like she did. I only want to take care of her.

A few hours pass before there’s a light knock on my office door. I lift my head and wait until it opens.

In walks Chelsea. “Hi.”

I swallow hard, taking in what she’s wearing and how the light-pink dress fits her, hugging every curve and accentuating her collarbone. I notice it sticks out. She’s far too skinny. I’d love to see her fuller and softer. When she comes closer to me, I lean into her, and catch the smell of vanilla. She smells like dessert and it makes me want to eat her. Lick her. Cherish her. The way she tastes is on my tongue and I want more. I’m starving for her.

“Have you eaten?” I ask.

“Not since this morning. Jack drove me and Allison to Syracuse so we could do some shopping. Honestly, I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Why?”

She shrugs. “Just don’t.”

I push back from my desk and stand. We meet in the center of my office and I place my hands on her shoulders, drink in her soft features, and raise my finger to trace her full bottom lip. “I’m going to have Chef Michaels bring us food. You need to eat. You’re far too skinny.”

She thrusts out her bottom lip against my finger in a pouty gesture. “Don’t you love skinny women?”

“What makes you say that?”

She shrugs again, her small shoulders barely lifting my heavy hands. Her gaze shifts away from mine. “I…I’ve seen some pictures of you on social media sites, and every time you’ve been photographed, the woman on your arm is a twig, like she needs to eat a freaking cheeseburger. I don’t compare to those beautiful woman.”

I put my hand up, stopping her right there. “Those women were merely arm candy. I don’t remember anything about them, not even their names. I believe a woman with curves is beautiful and sexy. If you’re comfortable in your skin, then that makes you beautiful. That is what’s appealing.”

She sighs and her eyes flutter closed. “I’d actually love a bacon cheeseburger if he can make it.”

“He can.” I smile, walk back to my desk, and pick up my phone to call down to the kitchen and ask Chef to make us bacon cheeseburgers with French fries and a batch of cookies. When I put the phone back down on the receiver, I turn around and see Chelsea still standing by the door, looking nervous and unsure.

“You ordered a lot for us,” she finally says.

“Not really. It’ll be a normal-sized lunch. You shouldn’t skip meals, and don’t worry about eating in front of me or being on a diet.”

She doesn’t say anything, and I notice the way her blonde hair seems lighter and how her clear-blue eyes are searching my face.

“I’ve explained that I’m responsible for your well-being, that you’re under my care. If you skip meals, there will be consequences,” I explain and walk over to her. “Don’t try to lie, because I’ll find out.”

Her cheeks turn crimson, and I notice the way her hands are knotted together. “Of course. I’d never lie or try to deceive you.”

“Good. That’s what I want to hear.”

When her eyes are on mine again, the heat between us builds. I reach over, cup her cheek in my hand, and feel the way she relaxes at my touch. I’m aching to do more, but the sound of knocking pulls me away from her and I call out, “Come in.”

Roberta wheels in a cart with our food and beverages. She places the plates, glasses, silverware, drinks, and napkins on the long wooden table against a sidewall of my office.

“Anything else?” she asks, and I shake my head. “Very well. Enjoy lunch.”

When she leaves and it’s the two of us again, I place my hand on the small of her back and escort her to the table. I pull out the chair and gesture for her to sit down. She obeys.

“Eat,” I command, and she picks up the burger, takes a bite, and another. “Good.” I run my fingers down her silky strands of hair, stirring up the clean scent of flowers. “Keep eating.”

With each bite she takes, I watch her, and I feel my cock getting hard. My hunger isn’t for the food Chef prepared. It’s for something sweeter. Something I didn’t realize I needed until now.

“Pull your dress up your legs and spread your thighs. Show me your pussy, Chelsea.”

Her mouth falls open as she pauses and looks at me. She lifts her napkin, pats her pretty little mouth, and slowly turns around in her chair to face me. I watch with hooded eyes as her dress lifts and her white-lace panties are revealed.

White…pure and innocent.

Virginal.

“I want more,” I grunt, and the pink color in her cheeks deepens. When I look down at the treasure I’ve been seeking, I notice a wet spot, and this jolts my cock to attention. She likes this. She wants me to be commanding.

I spring forward, place my hands on the top of the chair, and push it back so she’s beneath me.

“Is this what you want?” she asks, her tone husky and hesitant.

“Oh, sweet girl, it is. If this is too much for you, I need you to tell me. Our relationship needs to be based on trust and communication. I’m not a mind reader, and I don’t think you’d lie to me.”

“I wouldn’t lie; I’ll be completely honest. I like this. I want this.”

My hands fluidly move from the chair, down her cheeks to hold her face. “Take off your dress.” I push myself back and watch her fly into action.

She scrambles up, yanks her dress over her head, and lets it fall to the floor. With the garment now lying on the floor and her arms resting at her sides, her gaze finally meets mine.

I stroll around behind her, set my hands on her bare shoulders, and roll my thumbs over her tight muscles. Gently, I massage her, focusing on the knots and gradually releasing each one with slight pressure.

“Remember,” I say, winding my fingers around soft curls, “if you ever feel uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop. I want your full trust.”

“I-I trust you.”

“Good.”

I skim my hands down her arms, spin her around, and kneel down until my lips brush the top of her panties. I can smell her creamy arousal, and slowly, I run my fingers along her inner thighs and back up to her hips until I reach the waistband of her panties.

“Keep going?”

She nods, and I draw the undergarment down her legs, pull it off her feet, and shove it in my pocket.

“You’re taking my panties?”

“Yes,” I simply answer, and press my finger to her slick, wet opening. Her folds glisten with juices, and I watch the way she throws back her head, gripping my hair with her hands.

“Liam,” she rasps, keeping her head tilted back, and her eyes closed.

I lift her leg and prop it over my shoulder, push my face closer to her sweet cunt, and breathe in her sweetness. I could fuck her here, but I’m very much enjoying this.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” I say roughly before sliding my tongue between her folds. Her moans are soft and sensual as I lick and suck her clit. Her body squirms and I pull away.

“Be a good girl and stay still.”

“But it feels so good.” She breathes out.

“I know.” I smirk. “But I need you to stay still…or else.” I keep my voice demanding and low.

When I see her nodding, complying to my request, I go back to her pussy. The sexy moans grow louder and I suck harder, sliding two fingers into her tight hole.

“Tell me,” I whisper. “Am I the first man to taste this beautiful cunt?”

“Yes,” she moans. “You’re the first.”

“Just what I want to hear. And I’ll also be the last. Right?”

“Yes. Right. Just you.”

I’m lost in her, in the sweetness of her pussy, and the melody of her words ringing in my ears. She’s following directions and her moans grow louder. She tightens around my fingers and I know she’s ready to come. I slow my facial movements, and instead of sucking her, I press my lips against her inner thigh.

“Please, Liam. I was almost there.”

Without responding, I spread her wet folds and run my tongue down until I can skim my finger over her small, puckered rear hole and suck on it.

“This will be mine soon, too.”