I knew speaking with her mother took an emotional toll.
Soon, though, she wouldn’t get a moment away from me.
I laid in bed waiting for her arrival. When she came out of the bathroom, she wore an oversized t-shirt that had seen better days. If this was an attempt to turn me off, she was going to be sad to know it did not.
The casual confidence Enissa carried kept me hard.
As she climbed in the bed, I reached out and undid the band holding her hair back.
She twisted to look at me.
“Trust me,” I whispered.
She shuddered.
Reaching over, I pressed the remote to dim the lights in the room before retrieving an item from my nightstand.
“Trust me,” I said again, sitting up beside her and putting the blindfold over her eyes.
“Garrett,” she said my name on a pant that was laced in desire and uncertainty.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Enissa. I just want you to trust me.”
She didn’t reply but swallowed hard. I continued to affix the blindfold before removing her shirt. Immediately, she covered her tits with her arms.
“Garrett, I’m not going to have sex with you,” she firmly stated.
I laughed. “Tonight, you’re right. We are not. I didn’t ask for that. Rather, you’ve had a long day, and I would like to relieve some of your tension. If you will lay on your stomach, you will find you will enjoy what I have in store.”
It took her an extra beat to decide if she was going to comply or fight it. Then something relaxed in her features, and her body seemed to get with the program. Good. I wanted to ease her tension.
“I do this, can I call home tomorrow?” Ahhh, how clever she was to begin to bargain. I loved a good negotiation. It was what drew me into law in the first place.
I laughed. “Smart kitten you are. Hmmm, sure,” I conceded easily. Honestly, she could call home every day; I didn’t give a shit. Bottom line, she was with me, not Beacon. I truly didn’t care what she did to pass the time. I simply didn’t tell her this, though.
When she rolled over and settled in place, I reached into the nightstand for lavender oil and straddled her ass. From there, I began with the oil warming in my hands. Softly, I started at her neck and shoulders, working, kneading, massaging the tension from her body.
With her blindfolded, all she could do was listen to the ocean waves from the window, inhale the relaxing scent of lavender, and feel the touch of my skin to hers.
After the knots were gone from her neck and shoulders, I trailed my hands, teasing her sides, and tickling the swells of her breasts before working her ribs and around to her back. Patiently, I gave attention to every inch of her body.
Sliding down, I sat on her legs as I cupped her ass cheeks. Trailing my hands under the cloth of her panties, I kneaded the area, pulling the globes apart and allowing the material to slide between. At her thighs, I allowed my thumb to trace her pussy lips delicately.
A slow, torturous tease, I worked my way down her legs until I reached her feet. Only after I had her pliant under me did I work my way back up her legs. With my hands at her thighs, I spread her legs and let my thumb trail over the fabric of her panties. She wiggled ever so slightly, and the change in her breathing let me know she was exactly where I wanted her to be.
Turned on.
11
Enissa
Fire. My body was a raging inferno with each press of his hands into my flesh. The oil allowed him to glide smoothly up and down, finding the knots that had been there for so long I’d thought they were part of me by now.
It was nice to know they weren’t.
Garrett was very talented at this, and he for sure had done it before, lots. There was no way a man could know exactly where to hit and how much pressure to add to make the stress disappear. Was he a professional masseuse? This led me down a path of more questions. Was that how he met Mr. Beacon? See, that was the thing. As comfortable as I could find myself getting with Garrett, there were too many unanswered questions between us. The more he worked out the tension in my body, the more I wanted to know which only made the stress want to come back into my muscles.
Asking him about it was out of the question, though.
The tips of his fingers traced my underwear right at my core. It was barely there in a gentle wisp, like a tease right before it was swept away. He moved down my legs.
It was coming back up that he kept the temptation right there on the brink. Each feather-light touch had my body climbing and squirming, needing for him to cure the ache. How could my body give in so easily to a man I clearly didn’t know?
My fingers clutched the sheets in fistfuls, and I tried moving so my clit would rub on them. Garrett chuckled above me and put his weight on me, arm on my back to hold me in place.
It took a moment for it to register that he was pressing me down so I couldn’t move. Under normal circumstances, this would probably make me freak out, but with Garrett, I didn’t feel trapped. No, the way he was working me over, I felt almost treasured.
The pressure at my back turned me on more, and my breaths were coming hard and fast.
“My kitten like that?” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. A groan came deep from my throat as I heard the fabric in my hands tear just a touch.
No words left me. My body was doing enough of the talking as it was.
“You do. You want more?”
My head moved on the bed in different directions, not being able to decide if it was a yes or no answer. My body and mind were at war, once again fighting each other in a sudden death match.
“Words, kitten,” he ordered, and prickles ran down my arms and legs. My stomach tingled as it built. When his fingers stopped, my eyes flew open. On my stomach, I couldn’t see him well, but I tried.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Stop? Or keep going?” he challenged me, and I slammed my forehead to the bed. Tell him to stop, Enissa. Tell him to leave you alone. Then it switched. Tell him you want this. Tell him to make you scream.
He must have seen me warring within myself as his fingers began touching me again, and the war was over. White flag up in the air, I whispered, “More.”
“More?”
I felt his body shake. He was enjoying this and, truth be told, I was too. Dammit.
“Yes,” I growled in frustration. Frustration that he was laughing. Frustration in needing release. Just overall frustrated! There, I gave in. I let my body win and turned my mind off.
“As you wish, kitten.”
Garrett swept my panties to the side and started to glide over my lips. By the time his fingers made it inside me, I was ready to burst. If he would just touch my clit I would detonate. I felt him glide in and out, my body alive under his every touch. He kept a steady pace, working me higher and higher, but keeping me just on the edge.
My body was fickle, always had been. If my clit wasn’t touched, I couldn’t come. This meant I could be on edge for a very long time. While I craved release, there was no way in hell would I say anything to Garrett. I wasn’t about to ask him to send me over the edge. He’d use that to his advantage in some way, shape, or form. So he continued to make my body climb while I remained just at the brink, desperate for release.
“Fuck, you feel good. Tight. Warm. Wet. The perfect cunt.”
Words were a powerful thing and coming from Garrett, they were magnetized.
His finger grazed my clit, and my body let loose, shaking, trembling and wiggling. Sounds escaped as my eyes closed, my grip tearing the sheets below me. Everything quieted, and all thoughts left my mind as I came over the pinnacle.
Garrett never stopped touching me even as I came down and sagged into the mattress. I was spent and closed my eyes, kicking myself in the ass.
What had I just done?
What had I just let Garrett do to me?
Was I that hard up?
My world spun as Garrett’s weight left mine, and I tried to
curl into a ball, but he gripped my legs and pulled them apart. Before a word escaped, his lips were between my legs. Or, more accurately, his lips, tongue, and teeth were between my legs.
The build came back, and I felt as though my body would split at the seams if he kept going. His grip around my thighs held me down in place as he ate. And ate. And ate.
He’d stop every so often to tell me how good I tasted, but went back to work immediately as if I were a drug and he had to have a taste of me. It was all a haze of euphoria as I couldn’t keep up with the way he was working me at my very core.
Eyes closed and unable to move, he brought me to climax again.
Body completely spent in the bed, he kissed his way up my spine, to my neck and to my ear where he whispered, “Best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
He tipped my face and kissed me. It was deep and hard. I could taste myself mixed with Garrett, and it was a heady concoction.
Garrett pulled away, kissed my forehead, tossed the sheet over my body and left the bed.
The loss of him hit me hard. Maybe it was the vulnerable time after orgasm where my emotions were winning. I didn’t know, but I knew for the first time since coming here, I found myself truly at a loss without Garrett touching me.
I waited for his return. My breathing was calm, my body sated, and still I waited, wondering what would come next. After a few moments, the shower turned on, and I ripped the blindfold from my eyes. The sight before me was glorious. Garrett didn’t close the bathroom door. He didn’t block my view from seeing him. Garrett in the glass shower, eyes on me, his hand stroking his very hard cock. The tribal design of his tattoo down his arm seemed to dance as he worked his body.
It felt empowering to know I could turn this sexy man on to the point he needed to jack himself off.
Other than watching Garrett, I didn’t move a single muscle. When he came, his eyes were still seared into me, letting me know that it was meant for me.
All of him.
Somehow this very intimate moment was a gift just for me. How warped was that?
Hell, what had I gotten myself into now?
The shower went off, and Garrett stepped out, not at all concerned with nudity as he toweled off. When he walked into the room, his cock stood hard and to attention. He’d just came. I saw him with my own eyes, but judging by this he was raring to go again.
“Like what you see, kitten?” He held his arms out wide, giving me a delectable view of everything he had to offer. And damn it to hell, it was a lot.
He had confidence oozing from his pores. It was sexy as fuck, and my body was craving more of him.
When I said nothing, he chuckled as he moved to the closet and stepped inside.
Suddenly, I felt raw. Open. Exposed, and it was something I did not like.
Before he came out, I grabbed my nightclothes and darted into the bathroom, locking the door. Inside, I didn’t dare look in the mirror for fear of what would be staring back at me.
A slut who let the man keeping her captive touch her?
An idiot for doing this deal?
A satisfied woman that shouldn’t be?
Whatever was there, I didn’t want to see. Ignorance was bliss, and I was holding onto that.
Dressing quickly, I threw the door open and charged out of the bedroom, not looking to see where Garrett was. Instead, I called out, “I’m going down to the beach for a while.”
He said something, but I ignored it, moving as fast as my feet would take me out the back door, through the sand, and to the beach.
The moon shone over the water as it rippled back and forth with the tide. The breeze was beautiful and the smell enticing. Sand squished beneath my toes as I walked along the shore. Arms wrapped around my body, I kept walking, needing distance or just time. Which, I couldn’t decide.
Why was Garrett working for Mr. Beacon?
Garrett was nothing like the ruthless man I’d come to learn Mr. Beacon was, and I could tell this from the minimal contact I had with the man.
Garrett cooked for me. Took care of me. Made me feel like a woman. Something, mind you, with everything going on with my mom, I hadn’t felt in a long time. Garrett let me call my parents today and would let me do it tomorrow, even though he said I had to earn it.
Mr. Beacon wouldn’t have done that. He said I could only call once a month, and even that wasn’t guaranteed.
They were not peas in a pod. One was night, and the other day, even if Garrett’s day had some mysterious clouds floating around.
The wind blew my hair and felt good on my flushed skin. Skin that could still feel Garrett’s touch.
Finally looking up, I knew I was far away and turned back. There weren’t any houses, and only the moon lit my walk. It was a true moonlight stroll.
Reading about those, I’d always wondered why they sensationalized them, but having had one now myself, I got the appeal.
Flicking the sand with my feet, I watched as the wind caught it and sailed it out to the water.
Movement caught my eye, and my feet halted as the figure came closer. My heart pounded, and breaths came in heavy. There wasn’t anyone here but us. It had to be Garrett. Right?
As it came closer, in fact it was Garrett, and I heaved out a breath. How could I be happy to see him one minute and want him to disappear the next?
“Hey, kitten,” he called out, falling into step with me. “Needed some air.”
“Yeah.”
Why was this man one I couldn’t hold myself together around but hated to be apart from? And why did we seem to fall in line together so seamlessly?
12
Garrett
In my life, I hadn’t taken time off to simply feel alive, focusing on making money and gaining power.
I went into this arrangement with Enissa with one goal in mind, and that goal had zero to do with her. Did that make me an asshole? Absolutely.
The problem was, I made too many mistakes with her. My head wasn’t where I needed it to be.
I knew better than to let shit get personal. Doing so opened me up, and neither of us needed that.
Yet, I allowed myself to be as authentic as possible with Enissa. When was the last time I cooked for a woman?
Other than Ellen Sue … never.
When was the last time I gave a woman I fucked my name?
College and only because I fucked my professor over her desk, and she already knew it. That A was hard-won with her.
That didn’t mean I was celibate. A monk, I wasn’t. Rather, I knew how to go to a bar, club, or even to the fucking mall and find a woman, get my release, and never give her my name or any promises of a second go around.
Did that make me a bastard?
You bet’cha.
Did I care?
Not one fucking bit. It was how I kept my life simple and uncomplicated.
I changed the whole game with Enissa from the very beginning. Initially looking over the file I built on her, I truly planned to use the Arizona home we owned, keeping personal and business separated.
My intentions with Enissa were not pure. She served a purpose. A means to an end. I wasn’t some savior trying to swoop in and rescue her from a bad deal. Truthfully, with each passing day, I didn’t actually have a grasp on what I was doing anymore. Instincts were driving me, plain and simple.
Page after page in the dossier, I learned in intricate detail about Enissa’s family. Her mother and father were middle-class Americans working hard to earn a dollar. Her paternal grandparents died when she was young. Her maternal grandmother passed away as well as her mother’s brother. When both of those deaths occurred, her mother and father paid for all the funeral services even though they had to go into serious debt to do so.
Enissa had an aunt, her mother’s sister, but she wasn’t part of the picture and hadn’t been for quite some time. In the beginning, I didn’t understand why the aunt hadn’t stepped up for Enissa’s mother, but it didn’t take much, though, to figure it a
ll out.
That was the thing. In learning about Enissa Mitchell, her family and what they were going through, I fell for Enissa long before I met her.
I felt her pain as I read up on every sacrifice she’d made over the years. Like I wondered, did her parents know she turned down the opportunity to go to Penn State because the scholarship awarded was only a partial? Her high school counselor left detailed notes about it in her school file. Enissa knew her parents couldn’t afford room and board along with the other college expenses, so she stayed home and attended a junior university. Semester after semester she paid her own way.
Enissa’s passion laid in her art.
She was damn good too.
While her studies focused on art, she was smart enough to know that wasn’t a degree to sustain her. Therefore, she had a secondary major in education.
The first time her mother became ill, everything in Enissa’s life changed. Enissa quit college, took on a second job, and moved home with her parents. Her father was already working two jobs before they told Enissa how bad things were. In time, Evelyn, Enissa’s mother, was in remission. The family unit worked together to pay back all of the medical bills, and they were doing well.
Then tragedy struck.
The cancer came back. The treatments needed this time cost even more. The debts kept climbing, and the income didn’t change. Enissa’s father worked for Charles Beacon. He thought he had a boss who cared for family. What he didn’t know was he was making a deal with the devil with every extra payment he accepted from Charles. Her father couldn’t know the man had already learned of his beautiful daughter. He had not a single reason to think Charles Beacon was pulling the strings to make his move to trap Enissa.
None of them knew.
Why?
Because they were blinded by love, loyalty, and family. The Mitchells were a tight unit. Their entire focus was working together to give Evelyn hope and more time with them. They believed that others felt the same way, including Charles. Except they were wrong when it came to him.
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