Chapter 17
Jolie could feel her body shuddering as she watched Brandon walking towards her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this much shame. She had managed to block her experiences way back in her mind all these years. Now, after the slap and her mother’s screeches, those memories had come tumbling back.
As a child, she had been defenseless against her mother’s rage. Even as a teenager, all she could do was dream that one day she would be able to get away from her mother. Now, she had. She had a life of her own, she didn’t need to be here, she didn’t need to put herself through her mother’s temper any more. Somehow, she had managed to tangle herself up into it again. Somehow she had managed to convince herself that her mother had changed. That Brandon had calmed her down and she was now a different person.
What did they say about old horses? That you can’t teach them new tricks.
The truth was that her mother hadn’t changed at all, and now she had shamed Jolie in front of all her friends and, worst of all, in front of the man she was falling for.
“I will never forgive her for what she did to you,” Brandon’s eyes were narrow and dark, his face was firmly set. He was coming towards her with his jaws gritted. His nostrils were flaring. All Jolie wanted to do was fling herself at him. She wanted to feel his arms around her.
“This isn’t the first time,” she managed to say and Brandon reached for her hand.
“Tell me, Jo,” he whispered and his hot breath fell on her face, making some of her red locks quiver. She looked up at him with tears puddling her eyes. He looked kind and dangerous at the same time. She couldn’t decide which one.
“She’s always had a bad temper,” she said and Brandon’s hand on hers tightened.
“Has she physically assaulted you as a child?” he asked and the words choked in Jo’s throat.
“Yes, especially when she drinks and she used to drink a lot,” Jo said and Brandon pulled her hand to his heart, pressing it to his chest.
“I’m so sorry, Jo,” he said and she shook her head.
“It’s not your fault, you didn’t know,” she said and turned her face towards her feet.
“No mother should treat her child this way,” Brandon said and Jo gulped, refusing to meet his eye. She didn’t like to talk about her childhood experiences with anyone, but somehow with him, she couldn’t stop talking.
“I don’t know if I can blame her. She had me when she was young. When she was like, sixteen. But she hit me and slapped me and locked me up in my room for hours. It was the same with her husbands and boyfriends. When she drank, she assaulted them too. Not that the men didn’t deserve it. I used to hide under my bed, trying to keep my ears covered while they fought like cats outside. Hurling things at each other, hitting each other, screaming…” Jolie’s voice trailed as she spoke and when she looked up, she found Brandon staring into her eyes.
“When I realized that your relationship with Alice was bad, I knew it had to do with her, not you,” he said and stroked her hand.
Jo couldn’t hold back, she fell on his chest, burying her face into his three-piece suit and tried to muffle her cries.
“I was so happy to just escape to New York. I didn’t want to live here anymore. I didn’t want to turn into her,” she cried and she felt him stroking her hair.
“You are nothing like your mother, Jo. You are successful and independent and kind. You are not going to become Alice, trust me,” she heard him say and she wrapped her arms around him.
“I feel terrible sometimes. That I don’t have a better relationship with my mother…but it’s not like she calls, or visits either,” Jolie said, pulling her face away from his chest. Brandon hooked a finger under her chin, to raise her face up towards him.
“This is not your fault. Whatever the state of your relationship with her is…she’s brought it upon herself,” he said and, just then, a loud festive cheer rang out in the house. Jolie’s eyes hardened as she looked towards the door.
“They’ve forgotten about it already. They’ve always been like this…mom and her beloved pals,” she said, with bitterness in her voice.
“It doesn’t matter, I don’t care if they’re enjoying themselves or not,” Brandon said and she looked at him again. She felt safe in his arms, like for the first time in her life, she could actually rely on somebody.
“Thank you, Brandon. For standing up for me. I heard what you said to mom. I’ve had nobody stand up for me against her before,” she said and Brandon lowered his face towards her.
Their lips met and this time, their kiss was slow and gentle. It took over her senses, making her forget for a few moments that she was feeling miserable. His tongue slipped over her lips, tasting her. His fingers weaved through her hair gently, and she felt like she was falling into a deep beautiful dream.
He pulled himself away from her, to look deep into her eyes. Jolie noticed the darkness in his gaze, the hardening of his face as he stared at her.
“I want to make you feel better, Jo. I want to make your pain go away,” he said and she stared back at him. Her lips parted gently and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out for a while. He had her completely under his spell. He could do anything he wanted to her.
“I want it too,” she managed to say, just as he lunged at her again, enveloping her mouth in his.
***
Brandon was kissing her, while his hands slipped down her leg to the slit in her dress. Jolie could feel his rough fingers on her skin, caressing and touching till he had pulled her dress up.
As they kissed, he gently pushed her backwards so that now her back was pressing against the edge of his oak desk. She opened her mouth wide, allowing his tongue to explore her. His hands felt the shudder of her thighs as he reached for her throbbing wet pussy.
Jolie gasped when he touched her there. Her panties were wet with her juices already, and he slid his fingers over her folds, making her moan. She pulled her lips away from him, so that she could look into his eyes again. Brandon’s gaze was hungry, he wasn’t going to stop till he got what he wanted this time; and she didn’t want him to either.
“Take off your dress, Jo,” he commanded, in a deep gruff voice and he stepped away from her.
Jolie did as she was told, fumbling for the zip of her dress on her side and she quickly pulled it down. Her brand new dress fell away from her and slithered down to the floor, forming a pool around her ankles.
Brandon was loosening his tie, but he stopped to watch her.
She was standing in front of him now, in her black lace underwear. She knew her nipples were pebbled and protruding through the fabric of her bra. She knew he could see the shape and size of her nipples and Brandon’s eyes grew wide.
“Take those off too,” he grunted, as his eyes roamed all over her body. She wasn’t shy to be naked in front of him. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to see her in all her nakedness.
Brandon took off his jacket, and his waistcoat and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Jolie in the meantime, unhooked her bra and took it off, before focusing on pulling down her panties.
Brandon’s shirt came loose and in one swift motion he had taken it off. She was seeing him naked for the first time and a quivering cry rose up her throat. He had the body of a thirty-something who frequented the gym. Except that his chest was covered in dark hair in the center and she could feel her mouthwatering at the prospect of running her fingers through that tuft of hair.
When her eyes fell on the tattoo of a Celtic cross on the right side of his chest, she looked up at him with a jerk. Brandon Calloway had a tattoo? She nearly smiled.
“My ancestors were Irish,” he grunted, noticing the glimmer of surprise in her eyes.
Jolie’s panties had come down and now she was completely naked. Her breasts swung in front of her, as she quickly jumped up on the desk, perching herself on the edge. She was about to cross her legs, but Brandon stepped up to her.
He had wedged himself between her thighs, parting her legs wide and wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Do you even know how beautiful you are?” he mumbled, more to himself than to her. He cupped her left breast and squeezed it and she was enveloped by his masculine scent. Then he gently lifted her breast up, while simultaneously lowering his face to it. When his mouth found her nipple, Jolie moaned and bit down on her lip.
He was sucking on her nipple now, wildly tugging at it and teasing the sensitive mound. She could feel a throbbing ache growing between her legs. His cock was tenting his pants and rubbing against her clit. The sensation was overwhelming. She felt like she was going to cum already.
Brandon’s beard scratched against her tender skin as he continued to suck. His other hand found her right breast and he cupped and squeezed it too, before beginning to rub his thumb on that nipple.
She pressed herself to his body, thrilled at the feeling of his tight muscles against her; his cock pushing against her pussy.
“Brandon please…I want…” she pleaded, throwing her head back. He didn’t stop sucking on her nipple, instead, he switched his mouth to the other one and sucked again. Jolie felt like she was going to explode, and then he escalated it even more.
Brandon’s fingers wedged between their bodies and he found her pussy. Jolie gasped as his fingers slipped over her folds, while his thumb played with her clit. It felt like all her sensitive spots were being stimulated at the same time. He knew exactly what to do to set her off.
“Brandon…” she breathed his name in a pleading voice again, and, finally, he smacked his mouth away from her nipple and looked up at her.
His green eyes were stormy but sparkling, there was a hint of a satisfied smile on his face.
“Tell me what you want, Jo. Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he said, in a low crooning voice. Just his voice was enough. Her juices seeped out of her pussy and she had to grit her teeth to stop herself from screaming.
He was looking straight into her eyes, and she tried to hold his gaze. Her body was shaking, he was tightly cupping her breasts.
“I…I want you to…” she couldn’t get the words out, but Brandon wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes, Jo, what do you want?” he said and his fingers found her pussy again. It was becoming unbearable, his thumb teased her clit mercilessly. She was going to cum just like that!
“I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me,” she said the words and felt the back of her neck get hot. Why hadn’t she used the word, fuck? What had stopped her from doing that?
But those were not the thoughts going through Brandon’s mind clearly, because he let go of her breasts and her pussy and now, placed a hand on the center of her chest and pushed.
***
Jolie was now lying on her back on Brandon’s massive oak desk. Her legs were off the edge of the desk and he had positioned himself between them.
She kept her head raised slightly so she could watch what he was doing. Brandon was taking his pants off.
She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, her body pumping adrenaline through her veins. Her pussy was ready and throbbing and her clit was screaming for more. When she laid her eyes on his cock, Jolie felt her throat run dry. It hung erect and enormous between his legs, pointing straight at her and Brandon took it in his hand.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, looking straight into Jolie’s eyes and all she could do was nod her head. She remembered how big he was in her mouth the previous night, how she had struggled to accommodate him. But tonight, she was ready. Her body wanted that cock.
Brandon caught her waist, gripping her hips tightly with both hands as he brought himself closer to her. His erect cock grazed her pussy lightly and she moaned.
“Brandon…” his name came out in a whisper from her and she watched as he thrust himself towards her again. His cock rubbed against her pussy, gently teasing her folds and she could feel herself throbbing. She wanted more than just a graze.
“Please…” she begged him, feeling like she was going to burst at the seams and Brandon pushed himself inside.
She moaned when she felt his cock slide into her, pushing her folds aside as he took over her body, inch by inch. They both groaned, and she pressed her eyes close, concentrating on accommodating him.
He was taking it slow, sliding in deeper and deeper with every inch.
“Look at me, Jo, look at me when I’m inside you,” she heard him say and she forced herself to open her eyes.
Brandon slid himself out of her and then before she had a chance to recover, he had thrust himself into her again. They both moaned. His mouth was hanging open, his green eyes were narrow and dark as he started pumping. With each deep stroke, Jolie could feel his cock reaching that spot inside her. The spot which was going to trigger her orgasm. He knew he was reaching it too, and he didn’t stop thrusting.
Deeper and deeper, he plowed. His grunts grew louder, his grip on her hips became tighter and Jolie wrapped her legs around Brandon’s ass. He quickened his pace, pumping into her with fast deep strokes.
“Don’t hold out on me, Jo. I want to see you cum,” he said and she grabbed the edges of the desk with both hands, allowing her body to soar. Brandon’s strokes reached that spot, stimulating that part of her that made her lose all control. She could feel his balls banging against her ass as he pushed himself into her.
He was waiting for her to cum, and she didn’t hold back.
“I’m going to cum!” she screamed and he leaned forward and cupped a hand over her mouth. Jolie’s body shook as she allowed her orgasm to take over. He didn’t stop pumping; instead his strokes became wilder and harder. She could feel his cock reaching deep inside, sliding in her juices as she came.
She felt him release too. Brandon growled, gripping her mouth tightly as he pumped wildly into her. She felt him shoot and bury his seed inside her, over and over again till he was completely milked of his cum. She felt her body quiver and shake while her own orgasm began to simmer down.
Brandon released his grip on her mouth and they stared at each other, while they recovered. They were panting, completely out of breath. He moved quickly, jerking his cock out of her pussy and straightening himself up.
Suddenly, Jolie felt completely alone in the world as she remained lying on the desk.
Brandon was already dressing himself and she lifted herself up on her elbows.
“What are you doing?” she asked and recognized the crack in her voice.
He was buttoning up his pants and slipping his shirt over his shoulders.
“We need to get back out there, or at least I do. Any longer and Alice is going to come looking for me,” he said and didn’t meet her eyes.
The relief of her orgasm, the happy adrenaline that was coursing through her veins…it all seemed to drift away as she watched Brandon readying himself. Her mouth had gone dry, she felt more out of breath than she did some minutes ago. There was no recovery time. They had fucked and now it was over.
“Yeah, you’re right. You should get back out there,” she said and swung her legs off the desk.
Brandon was tying his tie, facing the glass sliding door of one of his cabinets. In silence, Jolie began pulling her dress back on.
“Are you coming?” he asked, turning to her abruptly. Within the space of five minutes, he had completely dressed himself. Nobody would even know that he was having an orgasm a few minutes ago.
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” Jolie replied, zipping up her dress. She could feel her heart breaking as they spoke.
“Okay,” Brandon said, in a neutral flat voice and hurried to the door of the study.
“I’m sorry, Jo,” he said, suddenly turning at the door. Without waiting for a response, he had disappeared and left her standing alone in the middle of his study.
Jolie stumbled down into his chair, enveloping herself in the scent of him and she pressed her eyes close. She wasn’t going to allow herself to cry.
She had just had sex with her stepfather, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to cry.