by Dark Angel
“Nothing to worry about, Lil,” Ryder says in a shaky voice. “Mr. King here was just looking to buy some real estate.” He chuckles, letting himself sound so relaxed and so certain that this matter is closed, no longer faltering at his daughter’s nerves and focusing on his ill-placed bravado.
“Your father isn’t interested.”
I watch Lily tug nervously on the overly long sleeves of the sweater she’s wearing. I want her body naked underneath me, not hidden beneath baggy layers.
I imagine slipping my hand under that oversized sweater and swiping over the silky soft skin of her stomach and watching how she breathes at my touch.
Lily looks down at her feet. Unlike her father, I suspect Lily knows exactly what kind of man I am, and the way her face is still flushed. I think she likes whatever she’s thinking about me. I imagine demanding that she tells me everything and the way all her creamy skin would blush rose at the admission. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it.
“Your father says one day the building will be yours,” I say in a low voice. I know Lily will strain to hear me and I love that little ounce of her energy being expended on me.
“It will be,” she says, looking up at me and directly into my eyes. “One day.” I love that I’ve got her just standing here in the doorway. I should let her go by, right, but I have no intention of doing what I should do. I want her in my clutches.
“Well, Lily, maybe one day you’ll give me what I want.” I hold her gaze, watching as she catches the double meaning of my words.
Her already blushing cheeks are furiously red now and her back stiffens. I see her breathing get rapid and her eyes go right down to my cock. “I don’t think so, Mr. King,” she says quickly.
Too quickly.
Fuck, she’s goddamn irresistible.
“We’ll see,” I say, letting my voice be slower so that it washes over her.
She trembles. It worked. I know she’s going to think about all the things I could do to her pussy tonight. She’ll think about it a lot, I’m sure.
I know I will.
Jonathan stands, about to direct me out the door and away from his daughter.
I turn to him, saying “I can see myself out.” Then I turn and exit the apartment.
Right now I have to deal with the other holdouts on the block.
But I’ll have this building, and I’ll have sweet little Lily, too.
Lily
I'm in my sweats, waiting for my best friend Nicole to come over. She's everything a girl could ask for in a friend. She's loyal, outspoken, and most of all, she provides much needed tough love when I get too wrapped up in my own head. I can always count on Nicole to give me the dose of truth that I need to hear.
Right now, I'm afraid I need to hear something real...something that does not revolve around my thoughts of Sebastian.
I haven't been able to get him out of my head all day. He's permeated every part of my mind and my body. My body is still aching with unexpressed need and desire, and that's probably exactly the way he intended for me to be. If only he wasn't so damn attractive! Seriously, a thought to his gray eyes or his perfect body or that wicked face, and my pussy burns up with lust. The way he makes me feel safe in his presence and like he's got my life outlined for me...it all pulls me under his spell. I'm wishing he was here now to pick me up and sweep me away from my current life, from this house that holds nothing but the memories of my father. I love being here but at the same time, the sad truth that he’s not with me makes it bittersweet. It's there in his chair which he no longer occupies, in the kitchen where he no longer cooks my favorite meals, and it's there in every corner and crevice of the house he grew up in, the home he made for me. I have unresolved issues about this home, but that's exactly what it is...it's home to me and I hope Sebastian never destroys it and that he never stamps all over my memories. Yet, for all the worries that I have about that, I also find myself so aroused by him. I don’t think I could ignore my desire for him even if I wanted to.
Nicole is always late and tonight is no different. I long to see her familiar face, a friend to help me navigate this new world that Sebastian created for me. Instead I wait on the steps for another half hour, tormenting myself with thoughts of Sebastian, before she finally arrives.
"Hey, babe, what are you doing out here?” Nicole makes a serious face. “I see you dressed up for me."
We both laugh, and we know that my favorite way to be is lounging, a far cry from the 6-inch heels Sebastian expects me to wear.
"I'm just watching the sunset, waiting for you. Late as usual."
"Yeah, yeah, what's new? Well, let me join you." She sits next to me on these steps that have held us a thousand times as we've talked about everything from boys, to math, to the latest gossip, to our deepest held dreams. She knows me inside and out. She knows where my secret diary is held, she knows my deepest grievances with my mother, and she knows how much I have been missing my dad and how I've just been wandering, untethered since his death. So now she needs to know about this one aspect of my life that I haven’t shared with her...but I’m nervous to say anything.
"So, tell me," she says. "What's with the job? What's with the guy?"
I look at her.
"Oh come on. I know there's a guy if you're out here being this broody."
Yeah, she's got me pegged. It's nice to be around someone who just knows me so well I barely have to utter a word for her to know there's a problem. Is Sebastian a problem? Or is he the beacon of my total delight? As of now, I'm undecided and it's time to express that to Nicole.
"There's a guy," I admit. "He's my boss."
Her eyes widen.
"He now owns these very steps we are sitting on."
She gasps.
"And he wants me to do more than just work for him. He wants me to play out all our dark sexual desires."
The expression on her face is just priceless. I realize that I said our dark sexual desires and I don’t even mind, because that’s the truth. Everything happened so fast and I have told Nicole now. Usually, things like this take time, to settle in. Not with Sebastian. He is a man with a mission apparently, and I am the mission.
"I like him, Nicole. I reeeaally like him. I never like people. You know that. I like, purposely repel men."
"You like him?" She is genuinely surprised because truly I never fancy any guy. It takes so much for me to be interested. And here I am fawning over this guy who has it all, he has his riches, and the world at his fingertips . . . and yet, he seems to want me. At least he does for the time being.
"Lily, babe. You gotta pursue this. I mean, this is so unlike you."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I think! It's not every day someone sweeps you off your feet."
"I know, I know. But it's different. He's like possessive, and he's my boss and it's weird."
"That is weird. And it's weird that it's happening so quickly. But if you think this could make you happy..."
"I do. I mean, maybe. I mean, I don't know. It's so new and I just don't know how it's gonna play out."
"Listen, I want you to be happy. I mean, me above anyone, wants you to be happy. But, you gotta be careful too. I don't want your heart being crushed, like, with a steam roller if this thing doesn't pan out. Take it from me, guys can be jerks. But, if you like him, I think you should give him a chance if only because this never happens to you."
I sigh, looking into the beautiful setting sun that's casting orange and pink hues over my brownstone and over Nicole's face.
"You're right. I should give it a chance. I just think that it could be complicated." I think about how Sebastian now owns my family home, the home I wanted to raise my kids in.
"Okay," she says. "But sometimes complicated can be good."
I smile at her. We're both thinking the same thing. Yes, complicated men and situations can easily turn into sexy situations also. It just depends on the guy.
"Ahh, this talk made me feel so much better." I scr
unch my nose up at Nicole.
She laughs. "That's why I'm your best friend, Lily."
And with that, she pulls my hand up and we exit our perch to go inside and make each other laugh like we've done a thousand times before. How could I ever lose this place, my home? But my heart is starting to ask, how could I ever lose him?
Lily
Nicole goes home and I'm all alone in my room, pondering the day I've just had and wondering about tomorrow. How will he greet me? What will he expect me to do? I certainly don't know what I'm in for day to day at work with Sebastian. My life is taking a very unexpected turn and I feel like I'm in for a wild ride. Fuck. Just thinking of Sebastian makes me want to touch myself and to release the day's pent up sexual frustration. He caused me to feel that way and I wonder what his plan is for it? I let my hand glide under my sweats and just as I'm ready to subdue all that sexual energy, guess who calls as though he's reading my mind?
"Sebastian! Hi. Um, what's up?" I'm freaking out inside, hoping I sound cool, calm, and collected, because the instant my work phone rang, I know it is him. The knowledge Sebastian’s sensual voice would be on the other end of the line made me shiver…not the most conducive reaction when I want him to see me as a very together person. I don't want him to know that I’m flaring with untapped erotic passion...for him.
"I just thought I'd call to check on you. Do you have everything ready for tomorrow? Did Rose get you situated about what to wear?"
Oh my God! Sebastian is calling me at home. I didn’t expect this and I'm not sure what he wants. How does he know I am just about to touch myself and make myself orgasm at thoughts of him?
"So, is it? Is everything prepared?"
"Yeah, um. It's all good. I got my outfits ready and I should be just how you want it, I mean me, I mean everything's in place."
I can hear him almost chuckle at the other end, happy that he's caught me so off guard.
"There's another reason I'm calling."
"There is?" I sound hopeful. I know it.
"Yes, I want you to do something for me."
"Okay, anything." I literally would do anything for him. God, I'm in deep.
"I want you to think of me. And then slowly remove your top."
What? Wait. Is he serious? I cannot do that! I mean, I can...I just wasn't expecting to. I don’t let myself freak out anymore because I just want to feel everything as he tells me to, as he directs me to. "You do? You want me to do that right now?" I ask because otherwise I have to do it right away.
"Yes," he says patiently.
He’s giving me a moment to process and it sends me over the edge. I want him to tell me the naughty things he wants me to do. This is so much better than I thought it would be, seeing as I thought I would just touch myself. Now, I’m touching myself for him.
"Okay, hang on." I pull my oversized-ripped tee over my head. Of course, I'm not wearing a bra, not at home.
"Now take your bra off."
"I'm not wearing one."
I hear him inhale sharply and I know I've got him right where I want him, eager for only me.
"Okay," he says, taking back the reins. "Next I want you to imagine that I'm sucking on your nipples."
I do as he says, my eyes shutting as I let my imagination fill with sensations.
"Are they hard, Lily? Can you feel my warm mouth devouring them, sucking them as if it's my only goal in the entire world, as though it's all I need to be fulfilled?"
"Yes, yes," I pant.
"Now picture my hand coming down to your stomach, grazing it lightly, and then dipping into your pants. Did you get that?"
Yes, of course, I got that. He's all I can picture anyway. It's not like I have to conjure up some image in my head. He is already there. He's always there.
"My thumb gently circles the area where your clit is hidden. Can you unveil it for me?"
His smoky, smooth voice is taunting me. He knows how much I want him. He knows that he purposely built up my passion today, only to leave it unfulfilled. And the thought of his hands doing anything to my pussy is enough to already put me over the edge.
"Are you doing it?"
"Yes," I breathe into the phone. "I'm doing it."
"Now I want you to do that to yourself and picture me watching it like I did today."
"Okay." I'm inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to pace myself.
"Are you imagining me there, watching you touch and caress yourself?"
"Yes," I gulp as I see him sitting with me on my bed, getting ready to devour me.
"Are you almost gonna come, just thinking of that?"
"Yes!" I try to stifle my cries with the pillow. I'm so close I can taste it. I will be in nirvana soon, with this man whom I am starting to really have a wanton desire for as he stirs me up in these unexpected ways.
"Mmm, that's good. I have you right where I want you, on the brink of ecstasy, right?"
"Yes, Sebastian, yes. I'm so close,” I say, barely breathing. “God,” I gasp. I need to breathe, and my heart is racing so fast. I can’t believe that I’m going to come so soon!
"Okay, now stop."
His sudden words make me quiver.
What? Did he just say to stop? I am tempted to ignore him and to just come anyway.
"You need to stop. I don't want you to come just yet."
There's only silence coming from me as I try to continue and to not be detected.
"I know you want to come so badly. I know just the thought of me has you making your bed all wet. Am I right?"
"Yes," I whimper.
"So stop. Because I told you to. You're not ready, okay?"
Oh fuck, is he serious? Twice in one day? I dare not disobey and I don't know why. Why does he have this power over me? Why do I let him?
"I stopped. Okay? I stopped," I say somewhat indignantly.
"Aww, that's my girl. I'll see you tomorrow."
He fades from the line and I'm left by myself to realize what just happened. Is this some kind of game to him? What does he mean I'm not ready? I may be a virgin, but obviously, I've had orgasms before. Again, I am tempted to restart the mission, to finish it this time. But I don't. I sulk, but I don't finish off the job. His intentions for me better be worth it. I lay my head down and curl up to sleep with dreams of Sebastian and of finally being fulfilled.
Lily
The sound of birds chirping rings in my ears and reality dissolves my dreamy state. I awake to the fact that my alarm clock is lying on the floor. I must've kicked it in my sleep. Oh my God! I fall out of bed and grab the clock.
"No, no, no!" I scream to it. "Not 10:30. Please don't be saying it's 10:30."
Fuck. I am so late. I run a brush through my hair while brushing my teeth while shaving my legs after a quick plunk in the bath. I am late and it's only technically my second day on the job. I have to hurry! This is a terrible way to make an impression.
Is there any way that Sebastian won't notice this? It's his fault anyway. He forced me into a deep sleep, a sexual dreaminess, the only place where my desires happen. That late night phone call seems to have knocked me off my game. I'm running now, out of the house, coffee is in a to-go cup. I definitely cannot forget coffee – I don't care how late I am. I jump into my beat-up 20-year-old BMW and drive like hell to work. This is not the way I'd like to begin my day or my career.
I park as far away from the building as possible so that Sebastian does not catch sight of my ride. Unlike the supermodels that usually flank his arms, I actually have no money, and therefore my transportation is embarrassing. But what am I saying? I've never cared about the kind of car I drive before. Why should I care now? Just because Sebastian has money...so much money, well, it doesn't mean he's better than me.
I stride as confidently as I can into work, being two and half hours late. Rose gives me a disapproving look.
"I am so sorry," I say. "This is so unlike me. Honestly, I am such a stickler for time. I am never late. I am not sure what happened. Again, so sorr
y! Hey, can I get a coffee?"
"Order it from the chef."
"Okay. Thanks." I slink into my office, thankful to be away from Rose and thankful that hopefully, it appears that I have been here the whole time.
I press the key for catering on my office phone. I cannot get the day started without a few cappuccinos in me and right now I'm running on half-empty.
"Hi, catering? Um, hi. Can I get like two cappuccinos sent up?”
This all feels really weird but I go with it, and the person on the other end says, “yes.”
“Okay, great," I answer and hang up the phone. Shit, I didn’t say thanks. This all feels so weird, and I’m so on edge.
Now that that's taken care of I can set my mind to the job and hopefully make up for lost time.
I slide my new tablet on and realize to my great consternation that there are already messages from Sebastian, a series of them.
The first one reads: You're late. It's 8 am and you're not here. That'll cost you.
The second one says: I hope to God you're alright. Why didn't you call me if something happened?
The third one: I just saw you drive up. So late. This is definitely a problem to which you're going to regret.
Damn. He saw my car. He knows I'm late. What do those messages mean? I decide to put the messages aside and to focus on work. He also has an outline of tasks I'm supposed to achieve today sitting on my desk, and I set about checking them off. Maybe if I hurry, I can get a lot done and prove to him that I am a valuable worker. First I have to prove to myself that I can get the images of Sebastian fucking me out of my head. I am still reeling from last night, with that indescribable ache that takes over my whole body and mind..
Alright, he's wanting me to create a template for making the properties he owns eco, green, and efficient without letting the tenant's rent increase. I can do that.
I start to work calling companies about solar panel options and how they might cut costs in the long run. I compile a list of ways to outfit each apartment with water-saving technology. And, I look into how much it would cost to install Energy Star windows. I even call a roofing company that specializes in using light reflective materials that help keep buildings cool naturally. It's all very exciting really and it's a job I'm proud to do. I feel passionate about eco trends for the future and now that I know Sebastian does too, maybe it's something we actually have in common. As much as I want to think about how it would feel to be with him, I keep my mind focused only on getting a large amount of work done in a small amount of time.
