Chapter Eight
Freya stared down at Jared as she took his cock deeper inside her. It had been a week since he’d taken her virginity. A week’s worth of experimenting. She couldn’t get enough of him, and even when she was sore, she wanted him again.
Her need for him never diminished. It only got stronger as the hours ticked by. Working was out of the question half the time. She couldn’t focus, and in her personal sketchbook, she’d begun to draw them naked in a variety of positions. It wasn’t tasteless either. Her artwork came from her soul. Every piece had to be perfect, and it took her hours. Some of them weren’t even complete, and never would be.
He consumed her entire life, and made her love him even more. During the days at work, she found herself dropping items on the floor, and making sure to position her ass so that he had the perfect view. By the time they got home, he’d ravish her, and she loved his attention, relished it even.
Jared grasped her hips and lifted her up, taking over as he slammed her back down on his cock. She looked down at where they were joined, and moaned as his slick cock kept sliding inside her.
Like porn, she loved to watch them like this. Where his thick cock took her, thrusting in deep, only to pull out so only the tip was there, his thick vein at the side prominent before he moved back within her. Sex was an art form. It was beautiful, dirty, everything in between. He released her hip and pressed his fingers against her clit.
“I want to watch you come all over my cock, baby. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
She sat up, running her hands over her body, touching her breasts. Her head was thrown back as the pleasure raced up her spine, entering every single nerve ending she possessed.
Thrusting up and down his cock, she felt the build, that blissful ride as her orgasm descended on her.
“Come on, Freya. Come all over my cock.”
His touch sent her over the edge. Screaming his name, she rode her orgasm at the same time taking his cock deep within her. With him inside her, it prolonged her pleasure, and she felt like she was trying to milk him for his cum.
Even before her orgasm ended, Jared took her hips once again, taking over, showing her how to ride his cock, going deeper than ever before.
“I love watching those fucking tits bounce. You’re all mine, Freya, all mine.”
There was so much she loved about him, and the biggest thing on her list was his possession. When they were in an elevator, he’d place a hand on her back, or take her hand. Each little action was a demonstration of ownership.
Other women may be put off by this. Not her. She wanted it, craved it. His touch set a fire within her body that only he could put out.
As he held her hips, fucking her down onto him, she teased her clit, drawing her to a second orgasm just as he came as well.
Their release was explosive, and this time, she was milking him for his cum, feeling as he filled her up.
They hadn’t talked about the future, and it was probably stupid of her not to talk about protection. He was clean, and so was she.
Collapsing on his chest, she smiled as his arms wrapped around her, but he made no move to pull away.
“It keeps getting better and better,” she said.
He chuckled. “We’re perfect together. Could you even doubt it?”
She shook her head. “I love being here. In your arms, loving you.” She glanced up at him, and pressed a kiss to his cheeks.
“You admit to loving me?” he asked.
“You doubted it?”
He shook his head. “No. I knew you had feelings for me. You’re just stubborn.”
“You know not every girl gets to date her crush.”
This made him laugh. “So now you’re admitting to having a crush.”
She crossed her arms on his chest, resting her chin on them as she smiled. “Yes, I did. I don’t know what it was about you. You weren’t in any movies, and you had a really boring life, but I found you utterly fascinating. I’d clip out newspaper headings, or when I’d see you in magazines. Most girls were reading fashion magazines or something. I was reading the ones that you were in. Business, advertising, and stuff like that.”
This made him chuckle. “I never had any idea. Well, I knew you had a crush. Your eyes always gave you away. I was tempted to keep my distance, but I had watched what had happened to you. Your father. Your mother. All of them had pushed you away in some way. I’ll never do that.”
She let out a breath. “Mom was always judging me. She told me that no man wants a pathetic teenage girl panting after them.”
“I know you love your mom, and at times she can be nice, but she has a mean bitch streak.”
If anyone else had said anything about her mom, besides Sophia, she’d have screamed at them. With Jared, this was her private space where she could be herself, and not have to worry about a thing.
“There are times I’m scared,” she said.
“Of what?”
“That this is all a dream and I’m going to wake up.”
“Then I don’t want to wake up either,” Jared said. “This isn’t a dream. Not even close. We’re here together.” He patted her arm. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to show you, but I’ve not gotten around to it yet. I think now is the perfect time. I’ve seen you in your art books.”
He moved out of her, and went to the bathroom, coming back with a towel. After they cleaned up because his cum spilled out of her pussy, he took her hand, and they left his room, going downstairs. They were both naked, but she didn’t mind. She loved being with him.
“Are you taking me to a kinky playroom?” she asked.
Jared laughed. “No, but I can have one built if you’d like it.”
She shook her head, feeling her cheeks heat.
At the back of his office, she had noticed another door. When she’d walked in his garden, she’d seen a room that was completely blank. All it had was floor-to-ceiling windows, and so much light it was incredible.
“I know this isn’t some great gesture, but this is for you.” He opened the door. “Your very own art room.”
“This is for me?”
“All of it. Your very own room to do with as you wish. You don’t need to keep scribbling in small books if you want to work on a project. I want you to do what makes you happy.”
The room was bare, and it was warm from the summer heat. “I love it.” She moved toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I was saving it for a special occasion, but every second with you is special to me.”
“You’re going to make me cry with all that sweet talk.” She pressed her lips to his, knowing that it was going to break her heart if for whatever reason he left her.
****
Jared sat in a meeting, and hated the time it was taking for this to come to a close. He was bored, tired, and all he wanted to do was get home to his woman. It was a Saturday, and too much time had already passed since he’d been with her.
There had been a dispute with a client over the handling of their advertisement for a product. Now, Jared knew this person had a long history of pissing off advertisers. They started out giving the project to someone else, only for them to come back after it was complete, and demanding changes.
It was a headache, and he’d wished he hadn’t taken the project on. The line was for some kind of lipstick. The advertisement was perfect, faultless. Freya had worked on the artwork associated with the flyers, magazines, and such.
Sales for the product had tripled, but now they wanted changes, and he wasn’t a man to pander to any market.
Tapping his fingers on the desk, he listened to the conversation from his people, then her people, and then he stood up.
“If you’re not impressed with the way your product has been handled, that’s fine. In the contract that you signed, you gave over all rights to intervene. There was a thirty-day cooling off period, which you didn’t take. If you want changes made, that’s fine. All of our advertisement will cease, and we will not only fine you for the work done, but also harassment as I do not deal with threats. Good day.”
He buttoned his jacket and left the conference without a backward glance. Freya promised him she’d be in her art studio, naked, and if at any time he wanted some company, he was just to give her a call, or to come home. He intended to come home and spend some time with his woman.
The weekends were meant to be theirs, and just recently, he’d spent more time at the office.
He was about to enter his office, when he paused.
Freya’s father, William, stood in his office.
“When did he arrive?” he asked, looking toward his PA.
“About ten minutes ago, sir. I told him you were busy, and it was best to make an appointment. He said you wouldn’t mind him waiting in your office.”
Taking a deep breath, he entered his office, and saw that William was looking toward Freya’s. There was unfinished piece on display that she’d been working on. Her entire office was filled with images. It was unconventional, but he loved her sense of chaos, and how she worked around it. She was a creative mind, and focused hard at her work.
“What brings you here, William?” Jared asked.
He didn’t turn around. “This is Freya’s stuff, isn’t it?” Finally, William turned around. “I thought I’d stop by. I thought I’d catch Freya here.” There was a smile on his face. “She’s not here? Did she get fired?”
“It’s a Saturday. I only allow for minimal staff today.” He normally gave it to those that asked for overtime. If they needed the money, he was more than willing to provide it.
“She’s very talented.” William pointed at her office.
“Is that the first time you’ve seen her work?” Jared asked.
William looked a little embarrassed.
“She was always sketching. Always doing something. She was an art major with a minor in business.” Jared had gone to the displays of her work by the college. He’d donated a lot of money to be allowed a private viewing of her work. She had so much talent and passion.
He wanted to help, to be part of it.
William chuckled. “I saw the sketchpads, but she’d never let me look at them. They’re amazing. She’s a natural. Erm, do you have a number that I could reach her at?”
“What’s going on, William?”
“I seem to have lost her number, and her mother won’t give it to me. I don’t feel comfortable going to her friend, and I have no other way of getting in touch with her.”
Something was wrong. “Are you sick?” Jared asked.
“No. I’m not sick.” William took a seat. “I’ve had my eyes opened. It’s been a really harsh reality right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s this woman at my office. Cute little thing. Single. Has a kid, and she’s always talking about him. Everything. She found out I had a daughter, and every question she asked, I couldn’t answer. I don’t know a thing about my daughter.”
This was something Jared had warned him about. He’d told him numerous times that he would regret pushing Freya aside.
“Do you think it would be okay if I had her number?”
“I will ask her first. I’m her boss, William. I’ve got a responsibility to her as well.”
William nodded. “That’s fine. Whatever you need to do.”
“You want to reconnect with her?”
“Is it wrong for me to want to do that?”
“It’s not wrong. You’ve just got to want to do it.”
He didn’t want to get in between William and Freya having the perfect relationship, but he wasn’t going to have his woman hurt.