by Lilah Walker
“Oh, I understand, and I’d be glad to help,” Dad agrees. “These talks, how long is she thinking?”
“That would be great! It doesn’t have to be anything long—maybe a fifteen-minute speech. The kids can’t stay focused that long, anyway. She’ll be so grateful, Mr. Bartlett. I can give you her information to schedule the details.”
“I’ll have my assistant schedule it with her asap,” Dad promises. “And I’d be happy to donate a sizeable token to the fundraiser along with giving my time.”
It’s almost comical, how fake he is. He lives for giving away money like this, especially to organizations that’ll look good on paper. What’s peanuts to him will be huge to Aleta and her grandmother, and it’ll all work in my favor.
“My grandmother and her church would be so grateful, but I better not accept the money because, knowing me, I may misplace it,” Aleta jokes. “I put something down and then forget where I put it thirty minutes later! I’m sure my grandmother can give you the details, or you can contact the Palm Beach Family Worship Center directly if you prefer.”
“I sure will,” Dad promises, next calling for his assistant to come to the office.
She walks in a few seconds later.
“Debbie, make out a check for ten thousand dollars to the Palm Beach Family Worship Center and get it in the mail—I don’t want to forget about it.” He reaches out for the card I’m offering, which has Aleta’s grandmother’s name and number on it. “And then you’ll be calling this lovely young woman’s grandmother to set up the details for me to give a motivational speech,” he adds, passing on the information.
I can feel Aleta’s shock beside me, but this is the norm for Dad.
His assistant—a blonde-haired young woman with a heart-shaped face and red lipstick—does as she’s told without a word. She enjoys receiving orders. I know this because I ordered her to give me head last summer, and she did a decent job. She wanted to continue the fling, but once was enough, and I don’t need Dad’s sloppy seconds.
And now, I have a mysterious brunette named ‘Goddess’ to turn me on hotter than any other chick has ever managed in the past.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I look back and forth from the bubbly blonde assistant to the cold, dark figure of Mr. Dale Bartlett. His jet black hair with stripes of silver is slicked back into submission as if he dares a strand to stray out of place. He’s a handsome older version of Lowell, but maybe not as psychotic. However, I intend to find out, given that my grandmother insisted I hang out with Lowell and get his father’s support for her church fundraiser.
“Let me thank you again, Mr. Bartlett. My grandmother will appreciate your support. We’ll get the information to you on how to contribute to the fundraiser as soon as possible. The church would like to have scholarships in place to give to students for the upcoming school year.”
“No rush,” he says. “I’m glad my son offered to help her by bringing me on board. I’m happy to help needy students. My son never needed a thing in his whole spoiled life. His mother made sure of that.”
“I didn’t know when I stopped by to check on your grandmother that she would tell me all about her fundraiser, Aleta,” Lowell comments, turning to tap my hand and somewhat cut off his father. “She thought it was a great idea for Aleta to tag along with me so that we could get to know each other better. Now, it looks like we can work together on yet another project.”
“My grandmother wants me to make new friends in the community,” I point out simply. The last thing I want is for Lowell to consider this fundraiser a project for the two of us.
“Sounds like you have a caring grandmother, something Lowell never had. I never wanted my parents around him because I knew they’d make my young man a softee. It’s been a battle between his mother and I on how to raise him, but I think I won.”
I nod, trying to figure out how to navigate. It’s not like I want the details on this family. “Lowell impressed my grandmother with his actions last weekend, helping us out with Mr. Alan York,” I offer diplomatically. “We’re hoping he doesn’t come back to our home anytime soon.”
“Oh yes,” Mr. Bartlett replies, “I heard about him going off somewhere, but I must tell you, Leta—”
“Her name is Aleta, Dad,” Lowell says, crossing his legs.
“Thank you, son. Aleta. As I was saying, I’m glad he’s taking a vacation from his life. I’m trying to make a lucrative deal between our two companies. I want his shareholders to be a little friendlier to me than they are at the moment. Although, it will be much easier getting this partnership done without him. And when he decides to make a comeback, I’ll be glad to tell him all about it.”
An image of Alan York tied to a chair in the basement of Dale Bartlett’s home flashes across my mind. I can picture Lowell and Mr. Bartlett coming up with that idea in a heartbeat if they really do want him out of the way so that a deal can be made.
“Sounds like you have it all planned out,” I reply uncomfortably. “I’m sure Mr. York had a good reason to disappear and reappear on the street. People have personal issues we can’t know about from the outside.”
“So true, young lady.”
“It doesn’t seem like a big deal to me,” Lowell comments, standing up from his chair. “Thank you so much, Dad, for seeing us today.”
“No problem. It was a pleasure meeting you—Leta, is it?”
“Dad, her name is Aleta.”
“Please forgive me, Aleta. What would I do without my son to help me?” he jokes, rising from his chair and extending his hand to me.
“Right, and same to you.” I shake Mr. Bartlett’s hand.
Once we’re out of the office, Lowell jerks me to come with him down a hallway in the opposite direction of the office entrance.
“Where are we going? Aren’t they getting ready to close?”
“Shut up and come with me,” he growls, pulling me into a side closet.
“What are we doing in here?”
“Take your clothes off,” he orders me.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper to him. “No! Look where we are!”
I can’t believe Lowell would even suggest this, but his eyes are so hard…. He’s serious.
“I have had dreams of you and me being in this office. I’m going to make it come true. Why do you think I brought you here?”
“To meet your father and help my grandma!” I say in a softer voice, forcing a smile. Maybe I can appeal to his better side and get out of this office with my dignity still intact.
“Everything comes with a price, Goddess,” he says. He’s got that smirk on his face again, and there’s real menace in his words. I can’t believe this is happening—and here, of all places.
“I don’t want to do this, Lowell.” I push my hands against his chest as he steps closer to me.
Taking both of my hands in one of his, he backs me into a wall and holds my arms up above my head. Next, he yanks my t-shirt up and off of me. I struggle against his solid hold on me, trying to get away from him, but he refuses to let go. And I refuse to yell—the humiliation of that would be too much. Assuming anyone would even hear me.
“We can do this rough.” He chuckles low. “I’ll rough you up real good with my dick.”
My brain goes into a tailspin as I freeze in his hands. Lowell’s already groping my breasts, making me whimper in a way that I can’t quite help, but the thought of being fucked hard terrifies me. I’ve never been fucked at all, let alone while stood up in some supply closet. He doesn’t have to know that, though. If he finds out I’m a virgin, he may really fuck the shit out of me.
I have to appear like I’m not scared, and like I know what I’m doing. Oh, hell, am I going to lose my virginity to this sadist? Is he going to fuck me in an office closet?
I swallow hard, and then I stop struggling. Better if I go along with him. He lets my arms go and I drop them to my sides, meeting his hard blue eyes and hoping he’s going to be gentle with me if we’re really
going to do this in here.
He pulls my jean shorts down my legs and motions for me to step out of them. I’m left in my black bra and panties, feeling the chill in the air from the office air conditioning.
“You want me to rip these off of you, too, or do you want to put these back on again?” he asks, curling his index finger from his right hand around my bra strap and his left index finger around the hem of my panties, like he’s about to pop a rubber band.
“I’ll take them off,” I say, feeling a large lump in my throat as I unfasten my bra, letting it drop to the floor. I shimmy out of my panties and kick them to the side.
I’ve never been naked in front of a guy, and I can barely think straight with being naked in front of Lowell. His eyes are roving up and down my body like they’re memorizing me, and I’ve never felt more helpless. At the same time, I can’t help remembering how he made me feel when he touched me in his study room—how much I wanted him there. Despite the situation, despite where we are…I can feel myself getting wet for him, tingling with want. Just the way he speaks to me with that hard, seductive edge in his voice is enough to undo me.
“That’s more like it, Goddess,” he says with a full smile as turns away and locks the door. “When you do what you’re told, I may make your life easier with me.”
“Please tell me how long we have to continue like this,” I plead, trying to sound as feminine as possible. As helpless as possible. I don’t even understand my own instincts right now, but I’m terrified of what’s about to happen.
“Nope. I want to fuck your fat pussy right now.”
His words were so hard, I freeze. I can’t usually think around him, and here in this little room, it’s as if there’s nothing in the world but us. Nothing but this. I swallow my nerves, and then I turn around and bend toward the wall, trying to steel myself for what’s coming. “Fine, take it,” I tell him quietly. At least I won’t have to look at his devilish eyes.
“Oh no, Goddess, you don’t get it that easy,” he says, spinning me back around to face him. He hoists my naked body up in the air to sit my butt down on the top of a three-tiered closet shelf. His hands are both hard and soft on my waist, holding me right where he wants me. “You deserve to be up high like the Goddess you are, but you don’t get the dick.”
“Huh?”
He grins. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you, but not with my dick.”
Fear runs through me, but I try to mask it as I take a quick look-around for things this maniac may attempt to use on me. It never occurred to me that he meant to do anything but fuck me, and that was enough to scare me—but at least it was normal, something I expected to happen eventually.
To my surprise, though, he forces my legs apart and goes face-forward right into my pussy and makes a show of taking a deep breath. In a state of shock, I ease a half-inch back from him, not knowing what to expect from Lowell. This causes him to clamp his hands around my waist even tighter and look into my face. He will not let me get out of this position, and I know it.
Before I can think what to say, he thrusts his tongue into my tingling folds, then flicks it against my clit. My eyes shudder shut and I lean back, shocked by the thrill of it. This is a new feeling.
His soft lips and tantalizing tongue work wonders on my pussy. I didn’t know it could feel so good.
I lean my head back against the wall, keep my eyes, and lose myself into a different world. I can live here forever. The vibrations and sensations he’s sending through me make my entire body tremble, and I finally have to put a hand up to cover my own mouth because of the moans I can’t help letting out as my legs shake and tremble in response to Lowell’s attentions.
This can’t be Lowell.
How can he make me feel so good? So alive?
I want to scream with joy, but I can’t let them hear us. They can’t hear me.
I know we shouldn’t be in here, with me getting my pussy eaten with pleasure. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t orgasm in his mouth. Instead, my hands dart down to grip onto something, anything. I’m holding the storage shelf with one hand and helplessly gripping his shoulder with my other, trembling against his mouth. Suddenly, I’m moaning without caring if anyone else hears me or not.
He takes longer strokes with his tongue against my clit. It pushes me closer to letting one go. I don’t want to go to that land yet, though. I don’t want this to end.
I moan over and over again, cursing as I gasp for breath with the pleasure of what he’s doing to me. It feels like my whole body is alive, centered on my clit and his heavenly tongue.
“I knew you would love a good tongue-fuck,” he murmurs into the folds of my pulsating pussy.
This is the most beautiful place I have ever been to. I grip the edge of the shelf, needing to balance myself so that I don’t just rock this wooden shelf to pieces. I can hear it knocking back and forth against the wall with every flick of his tongue, and from the sureness of his hands on my waist and breast, I know he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Exactly how he’s destroying me with every sensational pulse of his tongue on my body.
“You taste so damn good,” he growls inside of me.
My arousal is rising higher and higher, my climax getting increasingly close. If I could just have Lowell’s lips and tongue forever on my sweet spot, that’s all I’d need from him. I could forget about his ugly comments and evil behavior.
A scream wants to escape from my open mouth. A high-pitched, feverish scream that’s forming deep in my stomach. No, please don’t come out.
I hear a sound. It’s me. Whimpering and groaning like some desperate animal, drunk on pleasure. No. Please, don’t scream out in pleasure.
“Let it the fuck out,” he says in a low voice.
“No…I…can't.” I’m sweating and pulsating into his hot mouth. “Mmm...I…”
I can’t stop myself. His tongue darts against my clit again, and there’s no holding it in. I scream out and shove his face into my pussy with one hand while holding onto the shelf with the other. I’m going to break this shelf down with my aroused ass.
My gyrations have become uncontrollable. I’m going to explode with a fiery burst of orgasmic pleasure. I want his tongue. I want his mouth. I want his beautiful lips.
And I don’t give a fuck who hears me. I am that slutty bitch who wants to be tongue-fucked all night long.
“Yes…yes…fucking yes!” I scream out as my fire turns into a fierce blaze of orgasmic bliss.
There’s a banging on the door. “Hello, who’s in there?” a female voice demands from the other side of the door.
I don’t fucking care. I’m still rocking my body to the rhythm of Lowell’s sweet, sweet tongue. He says nothing. The sound of the rocking shelf is all that I hear in this closet.
“Hellooo?” demands the same female voice.
He pulls his head back and growls, “Go home, Debbie!”
I hear nothing more from the female on the other side of the door.
My entire body is tingling.
“More,” I stammer out, leaning back on the wall. “Please?”
I’m begging for this sadist to eat me out?
Yes, I will be his Goddess if he eats me like this.
“You see what you’re missing out on? I’ll do that and much more if you do what I want you to do. Everything I want you to do, Aleta.”
I swallow, trying to come back to my senses. I just begged him for more. I can’t believe I begged him. I can’t believe I let loose like that. Oh my God, what have I done? And now that he’s reduced me to this, why can’t he just let it go? Why does he have to come back to what he wants to demand of me, yet again?
He places me back on the floor. My legs are so wobbly and weak, I can barely stand on my feet. I reach for my panties, though I don’t even really want to cover up my wet pussy just yet. If I could grab his hand and rub it against my clit again, that would be enough to take me back to the land of pleasure.
My head says don’t d
o it, but my pussy is making me reach for his hand.
“Sorry. I know your thirsty cunt wants to cream all over my hand, but I have enough of your sweet cream going down my throat for the day,” he says, unlocking the door.
“Wait, dammit! I’m not dressed.”
“They already left.”
“The cameras?”
Lowell grins back at me, watching me scramble into my clothes as he says, “Remember, I control the cameras.”
“Everywhere?”
“Maybe. You never know.”
I shake my head, trying to block out what I’ve just given myself over to. And, God help me, I want more of it.
“Back to my deal. More orgasmic screams for you if you get on board.”
“I can’t talk to you right now,” I say, following him out of the closet and then out through the office’s back door.
He opens the door of his Ferrari, and that’s when he says something that stops my very breath. “You’ll make this deal if you want to find your mother.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Lilah Walker is a lover of hot, dark, and lusty books. These stories often bring out the naughty in her. She has a very steamy imagination. She refused to let these raunchy ideas live only in her mind, so she brought them to life in her stories. Her husband loves the "research" she just has to do in the bedroom with him. If you need your kinky fix, then Lilah Walker is here for you.
