Chapter 7

Amy

I had wandered into a world of affluence and luxury that I never would have imagined. A mixture of emotions—awe, appreciation, and skepticism—flooded through me. I felt horribly out of place, and worried that at any moment I might say or do something wrong, and send the whole charade crashing down.

But, as it turned out, I was holding my own.

Walter Rittsman, Derek’s father, was different than I expected. I could sense how critical he was of Derek, and how defensive Derek was in response. I wasn’t blind. But I felt like there was something else, something deeper and personal, that I probably shouldn’t probe into.

Besides, Walter seemed to like me. And honestly, I was beginning to like him, too. He was a grumpy old man, but there was something charming and wry about him. I had a suspicion that he, perhaps, was happy to have some company in this big, empty mansion of his. Like father, like son.

Maybe, I thought sternly to myself, you should mind your own business. You’re here to… what exactly are you here to do?

I thought for a moment. To help out Derek. Because he’s nice. And you like him. But that’s all.

“You’ll have to excuse me,” Derek said, standing up. “I have to make a call. Work related. It’s getting late.” He gave me a short, but telling, look. It was my time to shine.

“Right. I’ll be up in a few minutes. This cake is to die for.” For emphasis, I took a huge bite of the half-eaten chocolate cake in front of me.

“Alright. Don’t let my father keep you up too late.” Derek leaned down and kissed my cheek, wished his father goodnight, and exited the room.

And then it was just me and Walter Rittsman.

I began to get nervous again. This could end badly for me. Tricking an old man? Not exactly moral, but there were worse things. Flat-out lying to a billionaire, about something this serious? There could be legal ramifications. I should have figured that out first.

“Can I talk to you about something?” I asked, my voice suddenly meek. I glanced up at him.

Walter smiled at me. “Of course, my dear. Is it about Derek? I know he can be, at best, stubborn as an ox, but at heart he’s—”

“I’m pregnant,” I said. My voice echoed in the hall, making me cringe. Too late to turn back now.

Walter froze, staring at me. Finally, he managed to stutter out a response.

“What? You’re… with… with his?”

I nodded, unable to look him in the eyes.

For a moment, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why wasn’t I informed of this sooner? How long have you known?”

“A few weeks,” I said quickly. “But Derek doesn’t know. I haven’t told him.”

Walter relaxed, a grin returning to his face. “No?”

I shook my head. “No. We weren’t planning on this, and I’m worried… I love what we have now. I don’t want to mess it up. I don’t want him to think—”

Placing a wrinkled, delicate hand on mine, Walter comforted me. “I understand. I’m glad you told me, Amy. This is a blessing. I never thought I would live long enough to hear such news.”

He looked genuinely overjoyed, and tears were gathering in his eyes. I felt my heart sinking.

On the one hand, I was making a dying old man happy. On the other, I was lying to him. That sort of betrayal, if discovered, would crush him.

“Thank you,” I said, managing a tight smile. “I just wanted to meet you, wanted to tell you, before… I’m scared, Walter. I really like Derek, and this is a huge curveball.”

“It’ll be alright, dear.” He patted my hand. “I believe that Derek is going to be thrilled. I can tell he likes you a lot. I’ve never suspected him to be much of a family man, but he would be an idiot to lose you. And no son of mine is an idiot.”

I nodded. “You’re right. Maybe I’m overthinking it. I’ll tell him soon.”

“Good, good. And Amy, you are welcome in my home any time. I look forward to getting to know you. More cake?”

I had to say yes.

* * *

When I finally made it back up to Derek’s bedroom, I was so stuffed I could barely walk. I opened the door and found him reclined on the bed, undressed and reading something on his phone.

“So,” he said smoothly. “How did things go?”

“I told him,” I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. Derek moved behind me. “He was really, really happy.”

“He believed it?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you alright, Amy?” He placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging them gently. “You seem upset.”

“I just… this is big, Derek. I don’t like lying. And no, I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything. I wanted to do this for you, I still do. And your father was so nice, and so overjoyed. But I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing.”

“I understand,” Derek said. “I feel the same way. I fought with myself over this all last week, wondering if it was wrong.”

“And what conclusion did you come to?”

“None, really,” Derek admitted. “But I believe that the ends justify the means. I have watched my father suffer and struggle through life, a hard-working man, and if this is the only thing that will help him die with ease, then I feel like it is my duty, as his son, to do whatever it takes.”

“But if he finds out—”

“He won’t,” Derek sounded so resolute, so sure. “He likes you a lot, I can tell. He wants it to be true, so it will be, in his eyes. I think he’s too stubborn to admit that he could be tricked, anyway.”

I leaned back onto his chest, trying to forget my guilt and worry. I was probably being over-cautious and anxious, which was usual for me.

Derek’s hands slid from my shoulders around me, holding me gently. He rested his chin on the top of my head.

This is just for a week, I told myself, as my heart began to race. You can’t let yourself get too attached to him. You’re just helping him out. But the way we were sitting together seemed so intimate, so affectionate. Friends-with-benefits. If that.

More like acquaintances.

Boss and employee.

As I was getting wound up in my thoughts, his hands started to move again. Slowly, they crept down my shoulders, over my breasts and belly, then began rubbing my thighs lightly. His fingers parted my legs, moved up my dress, and started stroking over my wet panties. I closed my eyes, immediately swept up by pleasure.

Derek traced tender kisses down the nape of my neck. One finger pushed aside my panties, gently circling my clit, but not touching. God, he was going to tease me until I couldn’t take it.

Or maybe it was my turn.

I twisted around, surprising him by crashing my lips into his. I adjusted how I was sitting so that I faced him, perched on his lap. His grip moved to my hips. I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, requesting entrance that he happily granted. Our tongues danced, hungry for each other’s taste.

Instinctively, I started to gyrate my hips on top of him. I could feel his massive bulge through his boxers, rubbing on my clit. He groaned, tugging harder at my hips, creating a steady rhythm. I could feel my underwear dampening as my arousal grew.

Derek began to undress me. He effortlessly pulled the yellow sundress over my head, and unclipped my bra. As soon as my breasts were exposed, his mouth found my hard nipples waiting for him. I exhaled sharply as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. He nipped at it, followed by soothing kisses and gentle sucking.

Continuing to grind against him, I tugged hard on his hair so that his mouth was pressed firmly against me. He groaned again. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the hair-pulling, or my new-found control. Either way, the sounds that he was making only served to turn me on more.

I shoved him hard onto the bed, staying on top of him. I kissed his mouth again, hard, his stubble chafing against my skin. His hands were massaging my breasts, squeezing them, while his thumbs continued toying with my nipples.

I rolled my hips faster, arching my back. Every time I rubbed against him, another jolt of gratification buried into me. Derek was skillfully following my lead, bucking up with me.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. “I won’t be able to control myself if you carry on like this, beautiful. I need to be inside you. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“Shh,” I pulled lightly on his lower lip with my teeth. “When I say so.”

I tried to continue grinding against him, but his hands had latched onto my hips tightly, not allowing me to move. I raised my eyebrows.

“That’s not fair,” I whined, trying again to move, but he wasn’t letting me budge. I longed to keep rubbing against him.

In one smooth, quick motion, he picked me up off him and rolled on top me, pinning me down before I knew what was happening.

“Neither is you teasing me,” he said, a wry, devilish grin spreading across his mouth.

He kissed me again, relentlessly, until I was gasping for breath and dizzy with desire. While I was struggling to catch my breath, he removed his boxers and my panties.

“Fuck me,” I begged. But his eyes had filled with mischief.

When I was expecting the satisfaction of his cock, he slid two fingers into me, thrusting them so slowly that it was practically agonizing. I gasped as he stroked my inner walls, rubbing my g-spot.

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” I said, but I wasn’t really complaining. It was like we were playing a game—who could tease who for longer, who would give up first. So far, I wasn’t very good. Every part of me had a single desire, to be filled with him.

In an attempt to get what I wanted, I reached for his cock. I took his rock-hard length in one hand, stroking the tip lightly, spreading his precum with my fingertips. This caused Derek to gasp and pause, my initiative catching him by surprise. Trying to take advantage of this, my other hand pulled at his hips, and I guided the tip of his cock to my slit, moaning as it pushed into me.

Not fast enough. Smirking, Derek pulled away and grabbed my wrists. He pinned them both above my head with one hand, his other one returning to the business of penetrating my core.

“And you’re so impatient,” he said, sliding his fingers out of me and rubbing my clit hard. Caught off guard by the sudden intensity, I bucked against him, moaning.

“Harder,” was all I could manage to say, and he complied.

Fuck. How did he know how to drive me so completely crazy? I was consumed by lust, wholly obsessed by him. When he put his hands on me, nothing, absolutely nothing, else in the world even came close to existing. Everything he did, every hot breath against my skin, every quiet groan, every twitch of his fingers, sent me closer to the edge.

“I want you to cum for me, beautiful” he said, his voice low, practically a growl. His fingers never stopped moving, centered on the bundle of nerves. “Cum on my hand, baby.”

His husky command was the final push that sent me over the edge, pleasure cascading through me. I came hard, losing control of the way my body clenched and convulsed as the orgasm rolled over me. Derek didn’t slow, until it became almost unbearable, until I was everything but screaming.

Finally, he ceased. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Derek looked over his good work with a satisfied expression, giving me a few moments of rest to prepare myself for what I had been begging for.

I felt his cock pressing against my swollen slit. My hands, now free, wrapped around him, pulling him into me. This time, he didn’t stop me.

As Derek entered me, I watched his eyes glazing over as his length was consumed by my tight pussy. He took his time, so that I felt every inch of him filling me up, causing me to tremble as he stretched me.

“You’re so fucking big, baby,” I murmured. My hands were in his hair again. I tugged, bringing his lips to mine so I could kiss him as he started to fuck me.

He sped up quickly. I could sense how badly he wanted me, how it had taken all of his self-control to wait this long. He let out a ragged breath every time he thrust hard into me, growing faster with every stroke. I arched under him, desperate for him to be inside me.

Desperate for him to cum inside me.

My hands traveled up and down his back, soaking in the heat of his skin. I bucked up every time I met his hips, my clit grinding against his skin. The hot pressure began to build again within me, centered at my core and spreading all throughout my body.

“God, you’re perfect.”

He kept fucking me, kept kissing me, kept flooding me with pleasure. There was no escaping this unexplainable grip he had on my body and mind.

“I… I’m going to cum again,” I stammered, somewhat surprised. But that quivering, frantic sensation inside me was unmistakable.

“Cum with me…” he said. “Cum—”

He didn’t finish the thought, as both of us orgasmed simultaneously. He thrust as deeply as he could, gasping with every jet of cum that left him. I convulsed around his cock, the pleasure running through me in waves, even harder than before. It was several long, breathless, blinding moments before the orgasm began to melt away, and my body relaxed.

Derek kissed me gently, a few small, nibbling kisses, before he rolled off me. He disappeared into the bathroom, and I, barely capable of movement, gingerly crawled under the blanket. After cumming twice in such a short period of time, I was completely exhausted.

My eyes fell shut, and I didn’t open them, even when I heard the bathroom door open.

The light turned off, and I felt the bed shift as Derek crawled in. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest, a content sigh escaping his lips. I had never felt more safe.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetie,” he said.

His words, the tone of his voice, the way he said it all combined to instantly excite me.

“What do you mean, Derek?”

“You’re my diamond, aren’t you?”

“You know I am, baby.”

“Then I’m going to show you something very special. Something I know you’re going to love.”

“What is it?” I gasped, nervous.

He’d brought a bottle of something with him from the bathroom and it was on the bedside table. He reached for it and poured some of the contents into his hand. It was a slippery, clear-colored gel..

“What’s that, baby?”

“It’s lube, my diamond.”

“What kind of lube?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead he reached down to my butt and spread my cheeks open with his strong hand. Then he rubbed the lube over my anus. It felt good, cool and soothing, and I pressed my butt against his hand as he massaged my anus with his thumb.

When his thumb slipped inside my butt, I gasped. I knew what he was doing and I was suddenly filled with an overwhelming desire to experience this. I’d heard it was blissful pleasure. I’d heard it was an amazing sensation.

I’d heard it could be the best fucking orgasm of your life.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me in the ass, Derek. Make me yours utterly.”

He continued to massage my anus, his thumb slipping in and out of me easily as I loosened up and relaxed to his touch. His other arm was still wrapped around me, and he began to toy with my nipples while his other hand toyed with my butt.

That’s what I was. That’s what I felt like.

It was what I wanted to be, in that moment.

I wanted to be his toy. His plaything.

“You better not keep teasing me, Mister,” I giggled.

With that, I felt his thumb slide out of my ass and in its place, two long fingers slid in.

I gasped at the sensation.

He was very gentle, very careful, and I was grateful for that as I’d heard that anal sex could hurt the first time you tried it.

With Derek, I knew that it was going to be perfect. It was going to be ecstasy.

He continued to fuck my ass with his fingers, stretching me and making me ready to accept the immense girth of his cock. All the while, his mouth was on the back of my neck, kissing my skin, nibbling my ear, and whispering sweet nothings to me.

“I adore you,” he whispered.

“You’re my diamond,” he moaned.

“You make me so hard I want to cum inside you like a stallion.”

“Do it,” I sighed. “Do it now. I’m all yours, baby.”

And with that, he pulled his fingers out of my butt and pressed the tip of his cock against it.

“Are you ready?” he said.

Without waiting for my response, he pressed his cock against my anus and I felt him sliding in to me. It was terrifying and thrilling, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I pushed my ass back into him, forcing his enormous cock all the way deeply into my ass. When I felt his groin against my butt and his ball sack touching my skin, I knew he was all the way inside me.

“How does that feel, baby?”

“So good,” I moaned.

Very slowly, but very deliberately, he began thrusting back and forward, pulling his cock all the way out of my ass, and then sliding all the way back in.

He had both arms wrapped around me now and I was completely in his possession. There was no escape for me.

He reached down and began toying with my pussy, one hand rubbing over my clit while the other began finger-fucking my pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming.

For the second time that night, we came together.

His thrusting grew in force and speed as he approached climax, and the sensation of an orgasm forming in my ass as well as my pussy was so exquisite, so excruciatingly good, that I wanted to scream.

I felt him buck, thrusting more forcefully than ever, and the force caused a tidal wave of orgasms to rush through me, both anal and vaginal. His hand was still torturing my clit. His fingers were still fucking my pussy.

And his cock grew thicker than ever before orgasming into my ass so forcefully I could feel the jets of his cum inside me.

“Oh, Derek,” I cried.

“Oh, Amy.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me so tightly into him that his cock reached right to the very core of my body.

He kept cumming, his semen jetting into me in powerful spurts. And then his hands slid up to my breasts and he pulled me against his chest, panting for breath in my ear.

“You’re amazing, Amy. You really are my diamond.”

“I love being your diamond,” I murmured.