Chapter 6
Over the next few weeks, Laurel and Collin got to know each other pretty well. She discovered a side of him that she quite enjoyed. They had a lot of playful banter, witty remarks, and most of all, deep conversations. Conversations she hadn’t realized she missed. They also had sex, a lot of sex in all kinds of positions, in all kinds of ways, and using toys she had never heard of.
They discussed everything from politics to books. She discovered that he had a preference for Russian writers, depressing as they are, such as Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. Laurel wrinkled her nose whenever he brought them up, immediately disliking their melancholic air, but willing to begrudgingly admit that they did have a very interesting writing style.
Laurel spent the first few days unsure of what to do with herself. For the first time in a really long time, she wasn’t required to be preparing for a show or any kind of work. It felt odd and a little unsettling, so she’d pace around for a bit then sit feeling agitated at the inactivity. Collin assured her that she could use any of the facilities in the house, she was after all a guest, and they were entirely at her disposal, but she felt weird about it at first.
Until she saw the amount of clothes he bought her, and she decided to try some of them out, including her new monokini. Her favorite place, by far, was the huge library. It reminded her of the castle in Beauty and the Beast, and she loved spending hours there, discovering books, and reading by the window, or when it was a little chilly, by the fireplace.
She even started to make friends with the staff. They were wary at first, unsure of how to treat a woman in her position, but after some time, they began to shed their initial impression, and they started teaching her about gardening, cooking, and all sorts of things she’d never gotten around to learning.
Laurel wished she could go out and actually do something, but she understood the ridicule and distaste that would follow her wherever she went. She wasn’t aware of it at first until Collin took her out shopping because he wasn’t sure what her size was, and Laurel was uncomfortably aware of the whispers and stares she was getting. It wasn’t until she overheard one of them that she understood why.
They knew about her.
It made her feel angry that they judged her because of that, but she was also embarrassed. She had never meant for her life to turn out the way it did, and she was just trying to make the most out of a bad situation. She tried to shake off the negative comments, but after a while it became tedious, and Collin understood, so whenever she needed something, he’d just send someone to get it for her. Perhaps it was cowardly of her, but she didn’t feel she could face them just yet.
Other than that, her life in the big mansion seemed almost dreamlike. Her first time with Collin left her very sore, as he promised it would, but after that, she caught on fairly quickly. Her stamina wasn’t nearly as amazing as his was, but she figured she’d get better with practice. It did work up quite an appetite as well.
Laurel thought it was a lot like a workout, but with way more benefits. After that first time, Collin took her to his playroom, and they tried out all kinds of things from bondage, to spanking and sexual roleplay. She found that she quite enjoyed the bondage, particularly if it involved her being handcuffed to the bed. Spanking would leave her quite tingly, and sexual roleplay was on a whole other level. It was sexual roleplay that turned her on the most.
She’d be feeling hot and heavy for him within minutes. He always smirked when that happened as if he somehow read her mind, and knew what kind of effect he had on her.
He made her feel like a wanton sex goddess, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She didn’t know if she would’ve ever gotten into these things on her own, but now that she had, she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to give it up. That was a question for another time though.
She bookmarked the page she left, and went up to call Faith. The phone rang a few times before somebody picked up, and Faith sounded out of breath when she finally answering.
“El, how are you? I miss you!”
She could hear the commotion in the background, and suddenly, quite inexplicably, she felt like she missed La Boheme.
“I’m fine, Faith. Just thought I’d check in.”
Faith sighed. “Oh, you know La Boheme. Life goes on as usual.”
“Yeah.” Laurel plopped down into the chair and stared out the window.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just---” Laurel took a deep breath, unable to believe that she was considering confiding in Faith what she couldn’t even admit to herself. “Remember how Julia always warns us not to get emotionally attached to our clients? That’s it’s easy to mistake lust for something else?”
“Yeah, some people could think it’s love instead.”
Laurel bit her bottom lip. “Well, how do you know it’s not?”
There was static on the other end before Faith’s voice came back on. “Okay, I took it to our room. Now, spill. Do you have feelings for Collin, or does he have feelings for you?”
Laurel released a breath. “I have feelings for him. I don’t know how or when they happened, but I find myself caring about his wellbeing, and whether or not he’s gotten enough sleep. His smile gives me butterflies in my stomach, and whenever I’m around him, I just feel safe, like my past doesn’t matter anymore. It’s very strange, Faith.”
She heard Faith make a ‘hmm’ sound. “Yeah, you definitely like him. That’s not so strange though, is it? I mean you guys are living together for three months. That’s sort of like a couple, and in order to experience BDSM properly, you’d have to be pretty intimate with the guy. I’m actually surprised it doesn’t happen more often.”
“Interesting. Well, anyway, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or say. He makes me nervous too, and I just want to kiss him whenever he tries to make a joke about the kind of mess I make when I eat sometimes.”
Faith giggled on the other hand. “Yup. You’re definitely into him. The question is how much?”
Laura shrugged before she remembered that Faith couldn’t see her. “Hell I know. I just don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t know how anybody even plans to deal with something like this.”
“Yeah, they don’t. I don’t know what to say to be honest, Laurel. There’s the advice I should give you, and the advice I want to give you.”
Laurel began to twirl a loose strand of hair. “What’s the difference?”
“Well, the advice I should give you is to distance yourself a bit, and don’t get attached because something that started like you guys is very unlikely to evolve into something more.”
“And the other advice?”
“Just do whatever you want to do, El. Life’s too short anyway.”
Laurel was about to respond when she heard a beep on the other end signaling that there was another phone call. She pulled the phone away from her ear and frowned. “Faith, I’m going to have to call you back, there’s another call. It could be important.”
“Okey dokey,” she chirped.
Laurel clicked Switch and answered, “Hello?”
At first, she couldn’t hear anything; she thought maybe it was just a wrong number, but then she heard a faint sound on the other end.
“Hello? Is anybody there?”
“Laurel.” A scratchy voice said suddenly, and Laurel sat up in her chair, filled with a sudden icy dread.
“Why are you calling me?”
“Can’t a mother call her daughter?” The voice on the other line began hacking and coughing, and Laurel could imagine her disheveled and haggard appearance.
“Is that what you think you are to me? Carrying a baby doesn’t make you a mother. Acting like a mother gives you the right to call yourself that.”
“I heard you were living in a big fancy house now, all settled in, and doing rather well for yourself.”
Laurel grimaced. “That’s why you called, isn’t it? You want money.”
“Of course not, honey. It hurts me that you think that way. I just want a little money to get me through. Can’t you lend your old woman a few hundred bucks? I’ll give them back.”
“A few hundred bucks?” She echoed incredulously, feeling the urge to reach down the other end of that line and shake some sense into her. “You’re still doing drugs? I told you to quit, be clean again. Why won’t you listen to me? I tried to help you.”
She heard a mocking laugh on the other hand. “Help? What help?”
Laurel felt the anger bubble up inside of her. “You sold me when I was still just a kid to some drug dealer, so he could put me in the black market. All because you wanted to smoke up. You’ve got a lot of gall calling here after all this time looking for money after what you did to me.”
“You don’t understand.” The voice paused. “I needed the money. I wasn’t well without the drugs. You don’t get it.”
Laurel shook her head. “Here’s what I do get. How dare you? I’ve tried to make the best out of my life in spite of this existence that you sent me to, so don’t you dare stand there trying to justify what you did when you put me here in the first place. You put yourself here too, and you pushed everyone who tried to help you away. So you’ve got some nerve calling me to ask for money after all this time.”
“What do you want?” She tried to soften her voice. “Do you want me to be your mother again? We can do that now, baby. With all that money you’ve got, we can live very comfortably you and I.”
Laurel felt sadness wash over her in waves. “No, we can’t. I don’t know if any part of my real mother is still in there, but if she is, I hope she cleans up and gets her life in order. I’d love to talk to her then. Don’t call here again please.”
She slammed the phone on the table, and her hands went white as she gripped the table forcing herself to breathe deeply.
“I’m really sorry.”
Laurel screamed as she spun around, her hand on her chest, and her heart pounding erratically in her chest. Collin stood there looking uncomfortable and contrite.
“How much of that did you hear?”
“I came in just as you called Faith.”
Laurel shook her head. “You shouldn’t have eavesdropped. That was a private conversation. They both were.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I was looking for you since I finished work early, I figured you might want to watch a movie or something.”
Laurel let her anger fuel her. “Well, then. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that I don’t even get a say in my privacy given our circumstances.”
Collin flinched. “It’s not like that. You know it isn’t. It’s just that you don’t share things with me at all. I talk to you about my childhood, and how my father used to beat me when I was a kid, but you just express your sorrow, and keep your mouth shut.”
“And you thought that the way to fix that was by listening in?”
“No, of course not. I’m sorry, Laurel. What you went through is horrible. My cad might’ve been a mean drunk, but he never sold me into prostitution.”
Laurel tried to take a deep breath to calm herself. “And your point is?”
Collin held up his hand up to calm her, and took a wary step forward, his eyes never once leaving her face. “My point is, it isn’t your fault. What your mother did was horrible, but no one judges you for it.”
Laurel let out a bitter laugh. “Yes, they do. Maybe not that thing in particular, but they do judge me for it. You saw the proof first hand. How can you doubt that?”
Collin’s lips pursed into a frown. “That incident at the mall. Laurel, love, you need to let go of that. Those women were just gossiping. You are better than that, stronger than that, and definitely worth so much more than that.”
Laurel anxiously bit her lower lip. “No, I’m not, and I’m usually fine with it. You can’t change how people perceive you, and I was put into a bad situation, so I’m trying to do the best I can.”
Collin’s gaze softened. “I know you are. I can tell how hard you work, and how dedicated you are. Laurel, you are one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You are a hard worker, fiercely loyal, dedicated, funny, and kind. You are already so much more than those women could ever hope to be. That’s why they were gossiping about you.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
Collin took a step, so he was standing directly in front of her. He titled her head up using her thumb and index finger. “You know what I see?”
“What?” She breathed as she stared into his eyes.
“I see a strong, smart and a beautiful, independent young woman.” Collin began to stroke her cheek with the pad of his thumb causing Laurel to lean into his touch. “And you know what else? Sexy as hell.”
Laurel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. “Is that so? Now, I know you’re being biased.”
Collin’s hands trailed all over her face until they paused at her lips, and he began to trace them. “I’m simply stating how I’m feeling. They’re my facts.”
His other hand snaked around her waist and wrapped it around her lower back. He pulled her up, so she was pressed up against him, and he smiled as he gazed down at her. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, and Laurel’s arms came up to wrap themselves around his shoulder as she tried to deepen the kiss.
Collin pulled back and gazed at her questioningly.
“I think you’re great too.” Laurel began. “You’re so much more than I thought you were, Collin. You are witty, compassionate and well spoken. I love the way that you think, and the way that you perceive things, and I’m sorry your parents aren’t accepting the choices you have made in your life.”
Collin shrugged. “It’s okay.”
Laurel grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked so that his lips were mere centimeters from her own. She pressed her lips to his and immediately deepened the kiss. This time, his mouth opened with very little resistance, and they began to duel for dominance. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth, and she loved how it felt.
She could feel the contours of his body tighten and flex against her, so she brought up one hand and laid flat against his chest. She began to caress him on top of the clothes till she felt like he might’ve had enough. Her hands went up and down discovering the rise and fall of the curves of his body.
Once she was finished, her hands came back up and snaked underneath his shirt until he quivered beneath her touch. He wrenched his lips away, removed his shirt and tossed it across the room. Laurel smiled against his lips as she bit down on his bottom lip hard. She sucked on it for a bit then released it.
Laurel pulled back, stared him in the eye, and slowly began to remove her shirt. She tossed it on top of his shirt before she resumed her kisses. At this point, they were all hands, kisses and noises. Not a single word was spoken. It was as if they both understood what the other person needed.
They both wanted to forget.
Collin began to push her backwards until the back of her knees hit the couch. She fell backwards, and he began to lay down on top of her. Laurel began to tug on his jeans until he got the hint. He pulled back, she helped him push his jeans to his ankles, and he barely managed to kick it away before she pulled him down again.
Laurel felt like she was on fire.
Every inch of her burned for his touch.
She began to press herself even closer to him as she ran her fingernails across the smooth plans of his back. She pushed herself forward, so that she was straddling Collin. She reached down, and without breaking the kiss, managed to shimmy out of her sweatpants. She stopped kissing him for a second, as she felt him fumble behind her for something. Next thing she knew, her arms were bound in front of her, and he had spread her legs open and settled in between them.
“God, I want you so much right now, Collin. Please.” She began to squirm beneath him, eager for some friction. He obliged by rubbing himself against her before he shifted and placed his mouth directly in front of her center.
Red hot desire pumped through her veins as Collin wrapped his mouth around her underwear and tugged until he removed it. After that, he wasted no time in beginning to lick her center. He blew gently until Laurel began muttering nonsense underneath her breath.
He pressed his lips to her clit and began to blow and suck until Laurel was writhing beneath him, begging him not to stop. She came a moment later, and white spots danced in her field of vision as she stretched beneath him.
Her vision cleared, and she found Collin staring at her with a very tender look on his face. “You’ve been very naughty, Laurel.”
Her stomach dipped. “Really?”
Collin nodded very seriously. “Yes, I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you.”
Laurel pretended to low her head demurely as a playful smirk graced her features. “What are you going to do to me, sir?”
He reached on top of her head and tightened the scarf he tied around her arms a bit. “I’m going to have to spank you.”
A little thrill of delight coursed through her.
Collin stood up and hoisted her up, so they were both facing each other. He reached around behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. He began to twist and pinch her nipples until they were rock hard. He then reached behind her and slapped her ass. Laurel jumped at the sting.
He rubbed her ass gently then slapped it again. “Are you a bad girl?”
“I’m very bad, sir.”
“And how do you wish to be punished?”
Laurel leaned forward, wrapped her bound arms around his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. “I want to ride you fast and hard.”
She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “Are you sure about that? That could put you in a very precarious position at work.”
In a second, Laurel understood which fantasy they were carrying out. He was her boss, and she was his secretary. It was actually one of her favorite fantasies.
“I don’t care, sir. I just want you, only you buried deep inside of me.”
He squeezed her ass once, firmly before he removed her arms and stepped back. The bulge in his pants looked like it was about to rip his boxers off, but he remained calm and in control. He circled Laurel around so that he stood directly behind her. He pushed her hair in front, so it lay across her chest and leaned into her ear. “Bend over for me.”
Laurel immediately obliged.
Collin grabbed her hips and positioned himself, so he was pressed into her from behind, causing her to become more wet instantly. He began to rotate his hips against her back, and Laurel pushed into him from the front. He reached forward and bit her neck before he continued grinding into her.
Laurel began to moan and pant. “Sir, I don’t want to get in trouble if I do this.”
Collin paused as he whispered. “Oh, you’re going to be in a lot of trouble, Laurel. Just not that kind of trouble.”
Laurel whimpered as his hand reached forward and began to play with her while grinding into her from behind. Laurel’s body couldn’t keep still, torn between wanting to push backwards or grind forward. The orgasm built up inside of her, and she came with a loud cry.
Collin helped her stand up, spun her around and kissed her quickly. He lowered his boxers and pushed her back, so she was pressed into the couch. Collin climbed on top of her, and braced himself on his arms as he gazed down at her.
He gently brushed her hair behind her ear as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Laurel smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. They lay there for a moment, not doing anything; the only sound heard was that of their heavy breathing.
Once Laurel caught her breath, she began to wriggle underneath him until he allowed her enough room to spread her legs open and wrap them around his waist.
Collin stilled as he entered her gently, and his eyes sought out hers. He interlocked his hands with hers until her hands were pinned on top of her. He undid the scarf he tied, and Laurel was quick to plunge her hands into his hair as she yanked his face closer.
She meshed her lips with his and began to move against him. They both groaned as he began to thrust into her. He was slow at first, gentle, but then his pace began to quicken, and they broke away.
Laurel dug her teeth into his shoulder. “Harder,” she whispered as she began clawing at his back. “Oh, God. Yes! Faster, please.”
His fingers were all over her, leaving scorching heat in their wake as he ploughed into her, and their bodies were slapping against each other. Laurel felt the orgasm build within her. “I’m close.”
“Yes, baby. Oh, yes!” He grunted as he began to move even faster, and Laurel matched each thrust with one of her own. She finally toppled over the edge a while later, her own orgasm spurring his on.
They began to draw ragged breaths as beads of sweat rolled down their backs, and Collin remained inside of her. He kissed her forehead and pulled back slowly. He reached for the blanket draped across the edge of the couch, and used it to cover both of them.
He drew her to him, so her head was laying on his chest, and his arm was laying around her. Laurel closed her eyes, and counted the number of heartbeats he had. She smiled to herself as her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at him. “Collin?”
He kissed her cheek. “Hmm?”
“I like you, a lot,” she confessed, suddenly feeling very shy.
Collin titled her chin up. “I like you too, Laurel.”
“What happens next?”
“Let’s just figure it out together, one day at a time, okay?”
“Just don’t leave, ok?”
Collin’s grip tightened for a second as if he couldn’t bear the thought.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Go to sleep now, Laurel, you must be very tired.”
Before she could even protest, she had drifted off into a peaceful and fitful sleep.