My moans spilled out one after the other.
I just can’t think straight as he starts scissoring his fingers while inside me and I feel my inner muscles clamp around his fingers, on the edge now, when suddenly he pulls them out.
I let out a frustrated cry.
His hand is firm on my back and when I try to wiggle out of his grip, I see him frown at me in the mirror, and then feel his hand move over my ass, as he cups it, squeezes it.
My eyes widen as they meet his in the mirror, and then he draws his hand back and the loud crack echoes in the room.
I yelp with surprise, and then inhale, shuddering at the pain, when I feel him massage my bottom.
There is silence on the other end of the line.
“What was that?” The man asks, confusion in his voice.
Steven’s gaze is still fixed on mine, as he replies easily, “There’s some problem with the line because of the storm. Don’t mind it.”
The next smack hits my other cheek, and this time, he removes his hand from my back, moving it to rub circles around my throbbing clit.
My mouth trembles with the force of my arousal and I couldn’t tell the pain from the pleasure or vice versa.
Three more strikes later, the man still is talking in that boring voice of his, right next to my ear, I am dripping wet, and I could tell that Steven knew, because his eyes had darkened.
However, my head shoots up, when I feel him part my legs till my soaking pussy is open to his gaze and the sixth strike is directly on it, making contact with my hardened nub.
The pleasure is so intense, as if electricity coursed through my entire body with this blinding rush.
I howl as I cum, my screams muffled by his fist that he has stuffed in my mouth.
My body convulsed with the force of the orgasm, and I feel something soft make contact with my pussy, before a slippery appendage forces its way inside, making me buck as Steven slides his tongue into the folds of my pussy.
My moans grow louder as he wiggles his tongue inside and go even deeper, till I feel his nose against my skin.
My fingernails dig into the wood and I can’t tell one orgasm apart from the other. His other hand moves to my clit and he pinches it, making me gasp out and whimper, my juices flowing into his waiting mouth, as he drinks them all, greedily.
His forefinger and thumb keep flicking the hardened nub as his tongue works on my clenching pussy, the pain in perfect tandem with the pleasure.
His mouth is demanding more.
Oh, God!
I want to beg.
I want his fingers in my hair, pulling.
I want him to just stick his cock in me.
I want…
My mind is in shambles as he keeps up the pace, drawing out all the orgasms he could from my body, till I was just a twitching mess.
Feeling the hoarseness in my voice, I feel my hand drop onto the table, as he takes my last orgasm from me, his mouth relentless in its exquisite torture.
“S-Steven, please! I can’t – I –“
I don’t even know what I am garbling at this point, a clear disconnect between my mouth and my brain.
The call had ended at some point and even when I felt the cold air against my completely abused nether regions, I didn’t have the strength to move, my body and mind exhausted.
My eyes are closed as I lay sprawled on the desk.
I hear his footsteps, but my mind was floating in bliss, so I didn’t think too much about it. I feel his gentle touch as he wipes me clean with something soft and wet, before he gently picks me up in his arms and my eyes flutter open, a satiated, lazy look in them.
“Am I still alive?”
Steven chuckles and press a sweet kiss to my mouth, “Did I tire you out?”
I snuggle closer, “Give me a minute. I need to fix my head first.”
His chest vibrates with silent laughter and he sit down in the chair, pulling me even closer, my mouth at his neck.
“Nobody has ever done that to me,” I mumble, sleepy and satiated, like a cat who had just gotten the cream.
I feel him freeze and there was disbelief in his voice, “Never?”
I feel a little uncomfortable, and curse myself, “It’s not a big deal or anything. I just meant I didn’t know how incredible that could be.”
Steven looks down at me and I studiously avoid his eyes, “How many relationships have you been in?”
I feel the strangeness of that statement.
I wonder why he chose the word relationship, rather than asking me how many men I had been with.
“Uh, two,” I answer with faint hesitation.
“Well, they were some selfish bastards then,” He doesn’t attempt to hide the annoyance in his tone.
I blink. Speaking of selfish.
I pull my head back to study him, feeling a little dismayed, “You didn’t – “
I try to phrase the word, but my cheeks turn red.
The slow curling of his lips had those traitorous butterflies flutter in my stomach, “This wasn’t about me. Besides, I enjoy seeing you go wild under my hands.”
My cheeks turn red and I hit him in the chest with my hand, “You are absolutely awful. How could you do that while someone was on the phone with you?”
Steven grabs my hand before I could smack him again, a smirk on his lips, “You liked it. It got you even more wet.”
I am amazed at my body’s lack of resilience as his words make my inner muscles clench again.
When I say nothing and frown, he leans down to kiss my pert nose, “Face it, Abby. You’re just as kinky as I am. If not more.”
When I stare at him in disbelief, he grins, his voice husky, “You like giving up control in bed. It turns you on. I noticed a lot of things last night. And I made mental notes of all of them.”
I let out a choking sound and he laughs, loudly, “It’s not a bad thing.”
If I didn’t know any better, I thought his tone was possessive, “I’m going to enjoy taking a lot of your firsts.”
As I stumble out of the room, after dislodging myself from his grip, I close the door behind me, and lean against it as my body sinks with a delicious exhaustion.
Just what had I gotten myself into?
Chapter 15
The next morning, the blizzard still raged on.
Breakfast was another noisy affair, with Aaron pouting at the end of it that he couldn’t go out and play in the snow.
When I promised to play outside with him when the weather clears, he was slightly appeased.
My whole afternoon is consumed in playing with him as Steven had a few urgent matters to attend to.
We dress up in loose bedsheets, make paper swords and fight off pirates and evil sea-men, running all over the house.
I couldn’t help it.
I had had such a lonely childhood, having no siblings and then having ended up with so many young cousins when I was older, that I enjoyed it.
The delight on Aaron’s face when he chased me down the hallway, demanding I surrender, made it completely worth it as well.
“Turn yourself in, Blackbeard! You can’t get away from me now!” Aaron shouts, climbing on top of a glass table. “I will have your head!”
“What’s all this shouting?” Steven grumbles, coming out of a room, and I grab my chance and duck behind him, my arms around his neck, “I have a hostage.”
Bad idea.
Because before I know it, suddenly I am the hostage, and Steven motions to his son, “I got her.”
I sigh, “This is cheating.”
Steven grins at me, “You’re a pirate. What are you complaining about?”
That was fair, I thought.
And when Aaron scampers off to grab a snack, I follow Steven into another room, that once again, looks like something out of a Victorian novel.
“You’re not too bored, I hope?’ He asks me, sinking into a couch.
I choose a seat a little further away because this room had a lock,
and Steven had had his way with me three times this morning.
The man was insatiable.
He must have realized what I was trying to do because his eyes danced with mischief, as he pats the arm of the couch, “Why don’t you sit here?”
“I’m perfectly comfortable here,” I say in a dry tone. “And I’m not bored at all. Although I would like to roam in the house a little more clothed.”
“My pullover looks nice on you,” Steven comments with a smile. His eyes move to the bedsheet I had put besides me. “That, I could do without.”
Our eyes move to the window outside and I mentally count the days to Christmas. There was still some time, and I really hoped I would get the chance to finish up my Christmas shopping.
“What’re you thinking about?”
I run my fingers through my hair, and then start counting, trying to do some calculations on my fingers, “How much shopping is left. My parents are going to Florida in a week, so I have to give them gifts soon. And Scarlett will also leave, so hers is also left.”
Steven studies me, “I thought you said Christmas was a family affair. Won’t you be with your family?”
I stare at him, “Fly to Florida with them? On my salary? That’s not every feasible. Besides…,”
I sigh, heavily, leaning down to fix my socks, “They wanted to spend Christmas with their friends. I didn’t want them to stay back just because I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone.”
Steven doesn’t say anything for a few moments and then he asks, “So what will you do for Christmas?”
I shrug, feeling the depression sink in at the thought of spending Christmas alone, “I don’t know. Make some eggnog, bake some cookies, watch some movies.”
On an afterthought, I add, “Prank call Scarlett. That’s always fun.”
“Why don’t you stay here?”
I look up at him, a little confused. “I don’t want to go to Hawaii for Christmas. I can’t afford it, and I’m not letting anyone pay for my ticket. I’m a strong, independent woman.”
Steven rolls his eyes at me, “With the way you glared at me when I paid for lunch the other day, if I ever want to give you something, I’ll just tell you that you won it in the raffle.”
He waggles his eyebrows at me, before turning serious, “I meant here, though. Aaron is adamant on having a proper Christmas at home.”
I shift, uncomfortably, “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have interfered in your family affairs. That was crossing a line.”
Steven stands up and walks over to me, seating himself on the arm of my chair, “Well, it’s done. You can’t undo it. Unless you plan to tell Aaron that Santa is actually an evil leprechaun that eats children on Christmas if they stay home.”
I stare at him, saying slowly, “That’s dark. I’m not telling him that.”
He watches me, with a small grin, “Then it’s settled. You’ll spend Christmas with us.”
As he stands up, I grab his hand, forcing him back down, “What are you saying? Look, Christmas is a family event. I can’t just insert myself into-“
I see the flare of irritation, before he can hide it, “I want you here. Aaron already worships the ground you walk on, so you being here would be like the best Christmas present he could receive. I don’t see what’s the problem.”
When my mouth moves, and no words come out, he leans over and closes my jaw with his finger, “I’ve never celebrated Christmas. Not like the one you described or the ones you see on TV. I wouldn’t mind having that experience.”
Steven leans back and studies me, “Unless, you don’t want to spend your Christmas with us?”
I know a trap when I see one, and I notice the smugness in Steven’s eyes when I walked neatly into it.
“If you’re sure you want me, then I’d love to spend the Christmas here.”
Steven just gives me an innocent smile.
It took three days for the weather to settle down.
Three days of Steven bending me over on every available surface he could find when there was no one around and fucking my brains out.
Three days of eating, sleeping, and having sex.
In the evenings, Aaron and I would watch a few movies till he would fall asleep with his head on my lap.
I didn’t realize how important a female figure was in a child’s life till I started noticing how attached Aaron had started getting to me.
And it worried me.
Not because I didn’t like it. But because whatever this thing between his father and me was, the moment it ends, I wouldn’t be around that much at all, and it might hurt the child.
As I sink deeper into the bubble bath I had drawn for myself, I squash the voices inside my head saying that Aaron wouldn’t be the only one who would be broken.
Moodily, I stare at the bathroom tiles.
My feelings for Steven were complicated. My body gravitated toward him every time he moved, a completely unconscious gesture.
Falling in love with this man was so easy.
He would keep coming up with reasons and opportunities to touch me. Small casual touches which centred me. He was stubborn and arrogant, but he listened to me. He would drop everything the minute I enter into the room and all his focus would be on me as if I was the most important thing in the world. There was a certain intensity to him when his eyes followed me around the room, like he was constantly trying to figure me out.
A part of me was addicted to his touch, his laugh, those smirks.
I slide under the heated water, lost in my thoughts.
The sensible part of me was warning me not to fall any deeper.
The part of me that had resisted his charms from the very beginning whispered in my head to protect myself. This man would damage my heart beyond repair.
Puppy love, I warned myself. This was all this was.
He cared about me.
But then, that could be where he drew the line.
Steven had a son.
As I got out of the bath, and dried myself with a towel, my mind in turmoil, I reminded myself that he had a child he was responsible for. And somewhere out there was the mother of this child. I wasn’t even aware of what had happened there. A part of me was curious, but I was too scared to ask and risk ruining these few fleeting days.
Besides, he was too devoted of a father to simply let any woman into his life and get involved in raising his child.
I sigh.
Why am I getting myself worked up over this?
Why can’t I just enjoy this moment for what it was?
A brief fling with a man – except it didn’t feel like a fling.
“Ugh!” I growl at myself in the mirror. “I’m just making this whole thing worse.”
Pointing a finger at myself in the mirror, “Enjoy this while it lasts, Abby. You’re a school teacher. He’s a freaking billionaire. You’re from two different worlds. Don’t put a label on this, you idiot. Not everything has to be neatly packaged and tagged.”
Tugging on the shirt I had been given, I set out in search of Jarvis to ask him for some decent clothing to wear on my way home today.
The butler wore a smooth expression on his face as he listens to my request.
“I could ask one of the helps to lend you some more comfortable clothes if you plan to leave today. But, I would advise you to wait till tomorrow.”
I blink, “Why?”
He clears his throat, “The weather has calmed down, but the snow will be removed overnight. It wouldn’t be very safe to leave right now.”
I run a considering hand through my damp hair, and then a thought strikes me. I hope he wouldn’t think my being nosy.
“Jarvis?”
“Yes, Miss?”
I hesitate before asking, “How long have you worked for Steven?”
When he raises his brow, I immediately wave my hands, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s just,” I hesitate, “Steven never talks about himself.”
The ol
der man gives me a kind smile, “Master Tanner took me into his employ when he moved here from Ireland. My family has served his for generations. He’s a good man, Miss Abby. Just a little reserved.”
He didn’t seem that reserved, I think to myself later on, as I walk toward the kitchen.
But, maybe, by ‘reserved’, Jarvis meant that he held on to his secrets and didn’t share anything about his life.
As Aaron rushes out of the kitchen with a small airplane in his hand, he throws his arms around me before buzzing off again, making small noises. I stare after him, my smile fading.
I know nothing about Aaron’s mother or Steven’s past.
The man was a complete mystery to me.
Chapter 16
Steven insisted on driving me home in spite of my protests, and that is how at the end of the argument, I find both him and Aaron accompanying me to my apartment.
“If you are greeted by a mess, just know that it’s your own fault. And that I told you not to come.” I warn them.
Steven just grasps my hand and entwining his fingers in mine, raises it to kiss my knuckles, promising in a sober tone, “I’ll pretend I saw nothing.”
Aaron stuck his head in-between our heads, and asks, “Do you live in a big house, Abby?”
I laugh, and force his head back with my hand, “Seatbelt, Aaron. Or we go back.”
I hear the tell-tale click of the belt and glance over my shoulder at him, “It’s much smaller than your house.”
The child crosses his arms across his chest, “But why do you have to go back? I thought you were going to spend Christmas with us?”
I grin at his pouting face, “And I will. But I need to take care of some things. And there are still two weeks for Christmas.”
“What do you have to do?”
I wink at him, “I have to do my Christmas shopping. Maybe check out the Christmas markets. They have very nice things.”
When his eyes lit up, I touch the tip of my tongue to the roof of my mouth, instantly regretting my words, and knowing what he was about to say.
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