Chapter 5

Ella

Oh gosh, why did I say that? I can’t help going back over everything as I pace my apartment. I cling desperately to my second glass of wine as I rehash every moment I spent with Joe and Marnie.

Did I promise to make her Dad happy? Is that what I said I’d do?

Dammit. I mean I can’t deny that he is very attractive. With his gorgeous eyes and amazing hair, chiseled features and lips that I just want to—

Okay, no, you’ve just accepted a job with this guy, you can’t go and ruin it by making a move on him. Who do you think you are, his mistress or something?

Be professional. This is about looking after his kid.

I sit down on my comfy bed and finish my glass of wine, placing the glass on my nightstand. Joe is gorgeous, and I’m probably no better than any of the other girls he saw today.

No. I’m not gonna be like them. I’m not.

My bed is so comfy and it’s been a long day. Sleep calls to me. Damn, it would be so very nice if there were someone in this bed with me.

“Ella?” I hear someone say.

“Sorry, what?” I sit up and see Joe looking at me, “Whoa, what are you doing here?”

“I’m just giving you a lift home, don’t worry,” he says, “Are you okay?”

I look around a little nervously and see we’re in the back of a limo and some romantic music is playing. We’re alone in the back here and the partition is closed, so nobody would know what went on back here and oh—I’m dreaming of course.

“Yeah, Joe. I’m fine,” I say. I can’t help biting my lip.

I can see Joe getting stirred up inside when I glance at him.

“You know, Ella, since the moment I saw you I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Everything about you drives me crazy,” he says.

“Oh stop,” I look over at him, “Prove it then. Show me how crazy I make you.”

He stares for a moment, unsure of how to react, but then grins, as his desire takes over. He unclips his seat belt and slides over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me into a passionate kiss. His lips are so soft. I run my hands through his hair and hold him close to my body. Almost immediately, I can feel his hand gently grazing up my leg and moving under my skirt.

I let out a little moan at the feel of his hand touching my inner thigh and that only seems to make him want more. I can feel him tugging at the black thong I always wear on nights out “just in case,” and I sit up a little so he can take it off easily. I can feel the anticipation growing inside me, and need him to touch me. If he doesn’t I might actually explode.

He slowly moves his hand up between my legs, parting them slowly, and moving onto my inner thigh. He looks down at me and slowly licks his thumb before running his fingers up my leg.

“I’ll start off slow,” he says, and I feel his cold thumb ghosting over my exposed lips. Then he—

“Oh,” I have to vocalize it, the small circles and gentle pressure on my clitoris. I, I can’t focus, it feels so nice.

I start to pant a little and he laughs. It’s like a gentle hum, but the way his lips graze against my ear sends shivers up my spine.

“You’re so wet…” he whispers as I feel his finger slide through my lips and oh, his finger is inside me, moving in and out, gently teasing.

I wish I could make him pay for this, but it feels so good… I can’t move. My toes curl and my inner goddess sits quietly enjoying the pleasure this incredibly attractive man is providing.

Joe kisses my neck and occasionally bites softly, just to make me twitch. He presses harder with his thumb and I writhe under his touch.

“I bet you taste sweet,” he whispers to me, “like raspberries.”

My eyes are closed as I enjoy myself. I try to move my hand over to his lap, wanting to pay back the torturous pleasure. I want to feel his hard cock in my hand.

I manage to find his thigh and move my hand slowly up to find his—OMG—huge hardness! He moans in my ear as I stroke him.

Is that even going to fit if we—?

“Oh Joe,” I can’t help moaning, as he speeds up his hand and I feel I must be close now.

The car stops and so does Joe. Dammit, this is my dream, isn’t it?

“Shall I walk you to your door?” he asks, removing his hand from between my legs.

“Uh, yes!” I go to pick up my panties, but he stops me.

“You’re not going to need those,” he says, taking them from me and placing them in his jacket pocket.

He steps out of the limo and invites me into my apartment. Walking around with no panties under my skirt and being this dripping wet, I’ve never felt so naughty and he loves it.

We step into my living room and I pull him over to my sofa, where we crash down with him on top of me. He presses his body close to mine and I can feel how hard he is. Gosh it feels so good!

He kisses me passionately and starts to stroke my breasts. They are so sensitive. He kisses down my chest and kisses my nipples through my shirt. I moan louder and pull him back up to kiss me before trying desperately to remove some of his clothes.

I have to have him now.

How is it that one man can be so sexy? It’s like, I don’t even know what to do, where to go first. I want it all, all of him at once.

He pulls down his pants and looks over me hungrily, it’s like he can’t even wait to get our clothes off before he forces himself between my legs.

“Oh, Joe!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close to me.

He starts off slow, penetrating me deep and passionately kissing me. I can feel his hands all over my body. I wonder how this feels for him? Everything feels so tight and his cock is so big!

Suddenly he lifts me up and stands, I wrap my legs around him and he holds me in place, lifting my hips a little as he thrusts up into me.

“Do you like this?” he asks, as he heads over to the door to my bedroom.

“Uh, I...” I’m struggling to speak, between moans my words become jumbled and confused. All my mind can focus on is the pleasure. He holds me up by my hips and presses me against the door making small movements with his hips, taking care to hit all the right spots.

I love that he knows what he’s doing, he knows how to please a woman. I moan and tighten my grip around him, as he kisses my neck and bites down a little harder, causing me to dig my nails into his shoulder.

“Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” I whisper to him.

He growls in response, lust totally taking him over. I bet he can be much more of an animal in bed, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

He places me down on the floor again and opens the door to my bedroom, I grab him by the tie and pull him over to my bed, slipping off my skirt in the process.

I fall back on to my bed and he positions himself between my legs, first kneeling down at the edge. He gently kisses and nibbles my toes. I can’t help but giggle at how much it tickles, but he continues, eventually moving to my ankles and up my legs. He kisses my inner thigh and I grip my bed sheets tightly, the anticipation is killing me.

Slowly he licks all the way up through my lips until he gets to my clitoris. I can’t help biting my lip and squishing up my face, the mixtures of pattern and pressure making me dizzy.

“Just as I thought,” he says, “you do taste sweet.”

He continues to pleasure me and I quickly remove the last of my clothes, wanting to feel his skin next to mine.

Again I pull him up by his tie and he admires my bare chest, grinning wildly. He massages my breasts, occasionally kissing and sucking at my nipples. Ugh Joe, why are you torturing me like this?

I remove his shirt but leave his tie, I quite like having him on a leash. I pull him up to kiss me again and slowly lick over his top lip. He shivers and returns the gesture, silently requesting access to my mouth.

We deepen our kiss, our tongues dancing together, and I can taste coffee on his tongue. While distracted and caught up in the passion of the kiss, he grabs my hips and pulls me close to him, penetrating me again, causing me to moan and arch my back. I think he likes that, I can feel his body tense next to mine, his skin feels so soft.

I pull his body close as he speeds up his thrusts. My bed is squeaking and he moans in my ear. I wonder if my neighbors can hear anything. Screw them, I’m enjoying myself for once and they can’t do anything to spoil it.

“Oh Joe, I wish we could do this all day,” I say.

“You can have me any time you want,” he replies, “Do you want me to cum for you?”

“Yes, Joe! Cum for me!” I shout.

He speeds up again and we get caught up in our passion, I can’t help crying out in pleasure over and over as he pounds into me, hard and fast.

But where, does he want to cum inside or on me? I bet he’d love that. Getting to finish on my breasts… claiming me as his own. I would like that, too.

Actually, yes. Yes, I would really like that! It’s so naughty. I want to be your little slut, Joe. Just for you, all nice on the outside but naughty in the bedroom. Would you like that, Joe?

He grabs me tightly and his muscles tense all over his body. Is this it? Are we going to finish together? Oh yes! I can’t wait, I, I—

Joe?

I wake up suddenly and sit up in shock, panting and sweaty. Right, dreaming. Gosh what time is it? Oh God, I’m going to be so late! I’ve only got about ten minutes to get showered and get there. No, no, no! Dammit. He’s going to think I’m such a mess, he’s going to be so mad at me!

That dream… I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about it when I see him. All I can think about right now is how much I want him to punish me for being such a naughty girl.

I need a cold shower.