Chapter Seven
Willow
Another night down. I was better at the pole, and my dance moves are more advanced. Now I’m doing flips and twerking upside down. Not that I like it, but it was paying his bills half-way. The other half came from him.
The thought of him, it heated my cheeks up and made me quiver.
Darien Thrilling. He was thrilling alright.
I pulled into his driveway, admiring the glittering lights that framed the way to his garage.
I was counting my lucky stars that the car was being quiet.
I turned off the car, holding my breath and hoping it wouldn’t let out a loud grunt.
After that part was over, I rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes.
“Why does this have to be so difficult? Why did you have to pick me,” I whispered to myself.
I pulled myself together and carefully crept out the car. It was well past one o’clock, and judging from last time, Darien didn’t like when I got home late.
Not that he was my dad or anything. But he worried over me. And ever since he touched me like that, the way he made me forget how to breathe… I just couldn’t stop thinking about how good he could be in bed.
How good it would be to be his.
But first things first was Ronald. And right now, I needed to make sure Darien wasn’t waiting in the main corridor for me, ready to lecture me. I was way too tired for that.
When I cracked the front door open, I eyeballed the inside and saw that all the lights were off. All I saw were faint glows from lights upstairs.
Slipping in and closing the door, darkness enveloped me. With every step I took, I made sure that I didn’t hit something.
Just as I was getting closer to the stairs, I moved faster.
I was gonna get away with—shit! The edge of a rug snagged my foot and I landed face first on the ground with a huge thud.
“Fuck! Great, just great,” I whined to myself, struggling to get up. My legs were tangled with each other and the breath in my lungs was knocked out of me.
“Willow.” Damn it. I could smell the warm cologne, leaching off of him. My body shivered, knowing he was close, yet not being able to see him.
“Darien?” I felt around with my hand and touched his crotch, grabbing his cock. “Oops! Sorry!” He grabbed my hands, and I swatted them away. “I just tripped, I’m fine.”
“Let me help you up—”
“No, I’m good I can—yikes!” Now I was close to his warm broad chest. It felt like steel under his shirt. “Darien, we can’t do this…”
“And why not? Lights on.” The lights faded on and his dominant eyes scanned my body possessively. “What’re you wearing? You weren’t wearing this when you left.”
I guess he was the billionaire detective now. I struggled in his embrace, but he held on tight and started up the stairs.
“Oh, I went to a club with my friends…”
“What club?”
Shit, he wanted details. I wasn’t a club-goer, and after Ronald went into a coma, I alienated my friends.
I was a loner. Grieving and wallowing around in my sorrow.
Now here I was, in the arms of one of the most powerful men in the country. Darien Thrilling.
“Willow, answer me.”
“The one downtown,” I said unsure or myself. Was there even a club downtown?
“There’s only one type of club downtown, it’s a gay club for men. Not women. Try again.”
Fuck, he could see right through me.
“Um…” I gave up. He turned the corner and went down to my room. He pushed the door open and brought me inside.
It wasn’t until we were at the bed did he put me down gently.
I was wearing a cute halter top and some daisy dukes with my black boots. Dahlia was asleep, so I wasn’t concerned about her accidentally seeing me.
Darien on the other hand…
“You smell like alcohol. The kind that’s served at that bar I met you at. Willow, I want the truth,” he demanded, folding his arms, his eyes baring down on me.
“Fine, I was over there…”
“Dancing?”
“Do we have to do this?” I sighed.
“Yes. Willow, why?! You know I’m here. You know if you need anything under the goddamn sun that I’d give it to you. Do you see the way Dahlia looks at you?”
“Yes, but I—”
“Do you see the way I look at you?”
“Darien, I’m not used to this.”
“Get used to this. Get comfortable with this. I need you here. The only reason you’re out there stripping is because you’re not telling me the whole truth… and that hurts.”
“Darien…”
“Willow, I don’t see you as just my nanny.”
“And I don’t see you as just my boss either. I see my hero, the man that saved me in the alley, the man that’s helping me save my brother…”
I got off the bed, to stand and face him. I wanted to be on an even playing field, even though I was shorter than him.
He pushed me back on the bed, and I knew that from then on… he had me.
“Darien—” He cut me off with a kiss and a pinch to my nipples. My back raised on its own, bending me and exposing more of my skin to him.
He ran his thumbs over my nipples like last night and sucked on them. The sensation ran through me, making me wet and melt in his arms like putty.
My body sunk deeper into the bed as I relaxed and allowed him to take over my body.
Maybe this was the time to tell him I was a virgin. Too bad his expert mouth of his kept me moaning. My view was of the dark ceiling. I couldn’t dare push myself to look at him.
Instead, the silhouettes of the window and trees on the wall kept me sane while he pleasured the most sensitive parts of my body.
It came so naturally to him. Older men were really something.
Or else I’d… I’d climax too soon. I wanted all of him. I needed to go through this all the way.
“Dar-Darien, I have to tell you—”
“Hush, Willow, you’re mine.”
He trailed his kisses down my belly while his hands held me firmly in place. He got closer to my mound and stopped to breathe over it. His fingers flicked over the meat of my pussy that was exposed, crowding around my hard wet clit.
What was he thinking? Did he like it? His silence was killing me. His tongue hit my clit and rubbed it around.
He was tasting me, and holy fuck did it feel insane.
“Oh god, right there! Yes!”
My body was ready to snap from the pressure of arching my back. Darien held my thighs down as I squirmed around. I wasn’t used to this much pleasure. The way he took command over my body in the dark… it just made me wetter.
He inhaled my scent. “Your pussy tastes as sweet as you. You’re so wet.”
He opened my pussy further with his fingers in a scissor like fashion. God, he was able to see all of me. Even parts I hadn’t yet seen. Darien grabbed at his fly and unzipped his slacks. He dug around and pulled out his cock, curved in that delicious inverted banana shape, red with anticipation.
Even in the dull light I saw it twitch for me. My pussy fluttered as it loomed over me, threatening to take me by storm. I could see the faint glint of pre-cum as it beaded on top of his shaft.
I covered my mouth and looked away. Darien looked so edible down there. “That can’t fit, I’ve never went this far before.”
“I’ll be tender, I promise.” Darien ran his hand down my cheek, breast and hips. My skin shivered as his warm skin slid over my colder skin, making my nipples that much harder.
He dove back down into my pussy, attacking my clit with his large rough tongue, flicking it and teasing it.
God, I wanted him to touch me in all the places he wasn’t.
My core ached to be claimed officially by him. He’d be my first, and hopefully my last.
He was different from the other guys. Yeah he had money, but the big bad Darien Thrilling was also a father, and a good man.
He stopped pleasuring my wetness and stood up at the foot of the bed. The dim lighting of the night lights in my room framed his silhouette in warm hues. The musk of my pussy started to rise, beckoning him to get it over with and fuck me.
He motioned with his finger for me to come close and grabbed his cock. “Suck my cock. I want you to lick it the same why sucked your nipples. Tell me how bad you want it,” he rasped.
“B-badly,” I stuttered, crawling to his cock that hung proudly between his muscular thighs. I held onto his legs for support and lowered my mouth onto his slick salty shaft.
Darien bucked forward, wincing at my cold wet mouth and innocent tongue. “Say it. Say you want me. Tell me you’ll stay.” His hand pressed down on the back of my head, making me take more of his dick down my throat. The sounds, the gurgling I made against him made me wetter by the second.
Having him fill my mouth like this… it was so dirty, but it turned me on. Each vein, each dip and ridge, I could taste it, and I teased it with my tongue before sucking the cum out of him. He came into my mouth with thick cum.
But he was still stiff as hell.
I popped my head off of his cock. “I—I want you, I’ll stay. Please, I can’t wait anymore!” I begged, laying back with my legs open. Cum dripped off his cock as he crawled over me, readying himself.
“Now you’re mine.”
He plunged his cock into my cunt until it hit my hymen. That was where he stopped and took his time to break it.
Even through the heat of his lust, he was powerful enough to fight it and be gentle.
“Ah!” I cried out as he sunk all the way down inside me.
“Don’t clench, baby, I got you,” he whispered into my ear.
I tried to listen to him.
I really did. But when he hit that spot. That special corner, that sweet spot that made fireworks explode, then I couldn’t help but clamp my pussy down on him as he plunged further down inside me.
It dawned on me that we weren’t wearing protection. But one look at Darien’s face made me realize that it didn’t matter… right?
“Fuck, you fit like a tight glove,” he hissed, holding my wrists above my head. He put his weight down on them, making me sink down into the bed, giving his cock more leeway to go deeper.
“Darien!”
We were close. I didn’t want this to end.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he growled.
“Ahn! I’m coming, yes!” I shouted, my legs wrapping around him.
Darien’s warm seed flooded inside me. I could feel the force of it so strong.
Heaviness took over my eyelids and Darien fell down beside me, releasing my wrists.
“Goodnight,” he whispered.
***
The next morning rolled in and Darien and I got up to shower and get ready for Dahlia’s first day back in school. She was in a year-round private school, and it was time for her to go.
I told Darien to go to his office and prepare for work while I tended after Dahlia. I was still the nanny after all.
“Dahlia, you look so pretty in that dress!” I said while she twirled around in her baby blue dress with white stockings and a white hair bow. The background of her room painted in pastels and gold added to her.
She even struck a few poses in the mirror. Girls. I remember when I was her age.
“Thanks, Mommy…” Dahlia said, turning around with her hands behind her back. Uh oh, she laid down a new title on me.
“Mommy?” I didn’t know how to handle this one.
“Yeah, you’re gonna be called Mommy from now on.”
“… Well, I’m honored. But I love it when you call me Willow!”
“But I want to call you Mom!” Dahlia whined, pouting. Oh no, this was getting difficult. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
“Dahlia I—” my phone buzzed in the pocket of my skinny jeans, “hold on, let me take this call, Dahlia, I’ll be back.” She sighed, frowning. I went out into the hallway and up to my room.
“Hello?”
I looked out the tall window of my room. It was cloudy outside, a dismal looking day.
“Willow, I’m so sorry. But we had to make a decision.” My mother’s voice crackled.
“Mom?! What decision, are you talking about Ronald?!” A panic rose up to my throat and my head felt tight. The carpet beneath my feet began to feel like burning coals.
“Yes, the doctors said his chances of waking up are very small. We can’t afford to keep—”
“What do you mean you can’t afford?! I’ve been paying the bills for him to stay alive! What’re you saying?”
“And where have you been getting that money? We haven’t seen you at home for weeks now.” She was dodging the question. Where I got the money was none of her business. The only thing that mattered was that I wasn’t breaking the law to get the money.
Though if I didn’t have this job, then I’d happily break laws to keep Ronald alive.
“Mom, get to the point, what’s happening to Ronald?!”
“We’re taking him off the machine…” she blurted out.
A painful silence drifted between us for a few seconds before I felt myself unravel.
“What?! No! Don’t you dare! He’s still alive, don’t kill him!” I slammed my fist on the desk in my room.
“Willow, we’re so sorry. The hospital will be taking his machine in two months. Holding onto a false hope will only hurt more.”
“I hate you! I hate you! I can afford to keep him alive, why would you want to kill him?!” I fell down onto my knees, gripping the phone with a fatal pressure. “Mom?! Mom!”
I looked at the phone and saw that she hung up on me.
What the fuck?! I was doing everything I was supposed to. Things were going fine!
Darien ran into the room and knelt down by my side, holding my shoulders.
“Willow! Are you okay?!”
I jerked away from him, standing up and pointing to the door. “Leave, just leave me alone.” My voice was breaking. It felt like another demented personality was about to erupt out of me.
I needed to see him! Ronald couldn’t die now! There was still time, still hope! I ran out of the room, grabbing the keys to the Lamborghini that I had on the small table next to my door.
“But Willow—Willow, wait, where are you going?!”
I outran Darien and got to the garage where I pulled out and sped towards the hospital.
“Ronald, I’m coming, I won’t let you go!”