by Tia Siren
“This is where it’s taking place,” he said as he stepped from the car. “What were you expecting?”
“Hold up,” I said, grabbing him by the arm. As I did, he looked down at my hand wrapped around his bicep. He looked surprised to see it there, as if me grabbing him was the most unjust thing to ever happen in the world. “Are you going to tell me what exactly is going on? What did you bring me here for?”
“You’ll see,” he said, pulling his arm from my grip.
The room Grant led me to was more akin to a doctor’s office than anything else. It was cold and isolated, with white walls and no windows. There was even a chair in the room similar to ones used by gynecologists. But that was nothing compared to the four men who were waiting for us.
Two of them wore suits, much like Grant’s. They looked like business men and held themselves in a way that only men with a lot of money were able. They actually reminded me of Grant to some degree, and one of them was easily his equal in terms of how good looking he was.
The other two men wore lab coats. They were spindly and creepy. As I entered the room, I felt their eyes ravage me, as if they had never seen a woman before now.
“Is this her?” one of them asked, the moment Grant and I were in the room. His voice was high-pitched, echoing through the room. It sent a shiver up my spine.
“It is,” Grant responded, looking smug with himself. I didn’t like the look of that smile, or the look of the room we were in. “What do you think?”
“Excellent!” one of the men in suits said. “I assume that she is as perfect down there as the rest of her suggests?”
“Even more so,” Grant assured him.
It was at that point that I had to speak up. The conversation taking place around me creeped me out terribly. These weirdos spoke about me like I wasn’t even in the room. And I still had no idea what the fuck was going on. I was fairly certain I wouldn’t like the answer once I found out.
“Okay, that’s it,” I said, stepping back from the four men. “Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on? Who are these men? Why are they wearing lab coats? And where is the audience? Aren’t we here to sell products?”
Grant took my hand, turning me to face him. “Kendra, I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you. I didn’t bring you here to help me make a sale. I brought you here as a model.”
“What? What kind of model?”
“My plan is to extend the Luscious brand nationally. Starting here and then moving to Vegas and L.A. and even New Orleans. These men represent prospective clients in those cities. Before they agree to any purchases or contracts though, they need to see the products in action.”
He had to be kidding. There was no way he could expect me to do this.
“The one that interested them the most was the gummy mold. They want to see it in action, and they want to see a final product to take back with them. Understand?”
Oh, I understood all right. And I was furious. Grant literally wanted me to get up on that seat, spread my legs, and let those men make a mold of my pussy. He literally expected me to go along with it like some sort of lap dog.
I was going to unleash hell on him. I was going to tell him to go fuck himself, turn, and storm out of the room. But I stopped myself at the last minute. I stopped myself because I knew that if I did that, it would hurt the business. If it hurt the business, it would ultimately hurt Grant. As much as I hated myself for it, I could still never do that to him.
So I complied. I nodded my head and obediently climbed up on the chair. I allowed the men to remove my pants as they brought out the gummy mold. I sat there in silence as the two creepy men in lab coats proceeded to touch me in places that no man should touch without permission. I sat in silence as the other two men in suits watched me, hunger in their eyes. I sat in silence as they made comments about how nice my vagina was and how perfect it would be. And I sat in silence as they shook Grant’s hand at the end of it all, congratulating him on his hard work and how much they were looking forward to working with him in the future.
Although I was silent, I wasn’t idle. I spent that time planning what I was going to say to Grant. I spent that time fuming, knowing that I would unleash on him the moment we were alone. The moment that we got back to the hotel. And that’s exactly what I did.
“What the fuck were you thinking?!” I yelled, the very second we were in the room. I didn’t care that I cursed. Or that I screamed. I didn’t care that I showed him how much he’d gotten to me. He had done a terrible thing, and he needed to know it.
“Keep your voice down,” he said calmly as he closed the door behind me. “We have neighbors.”
“I don’t give a damn! That was fucked up. How could you think that was okay? You brought me here under a false pretense!”
“Did I?” he asked, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. “I told you, I needed your help selling a product, and that’s exactly what you did. I really don’t see why you’re so upset.”
“You can’t be serious? Having those men eye-fuck me? Having them grope me like a piece of meat? I’ve never felt dirtier.”
“Really? I would have thought you’d like being man-handled by a group of men. I would have thought that was right up your alley—”
I slapped him. An open palm across the face. I had never been more furious with someone. I had never felt more enraged. He could fire me if he wanted to. He could never speak to me again. In that moment, he was the most disgusting person I had ever come across.
Without waiting to see what his response was, I turned and stormed from the room. But I didn’t go into my own room. That would have left me too close to him. I had to be as far away from that man as possible. Instead, I turned into the hallway and made my way to the elevator. A minute later, I walked out the hotel and onto the streets of Atlantic City. I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do. But I didn’t care. As long as Grant wasn’t with me. In that moment that was all I cared about.
Chapter 21
Grant
I took it too far. I took it way too far. The problem with hindsight was that it only gave insight on a mistake after the mistake was made.
My plan for Kendra made perfect sense in my head. I wanted to push her boundaries, the way I’d been forcing her out of her comfort zone since I’d hired her at Luscious. And I wanted her to know how she made me feel, to know how much she hurt me. And more than that, how much she still hurt me. Every time I thought of her with Brody, it was like a knife to my stomach. The wound from high school had never fully healed, and she kept tearing that wound open, even now. Or at least, that was what I thought.
That was why I blind-sided her with taking a mold of her pussy for a new line of toys. If she wanted to get fucked by other guys like Brody, this was the perfect way to make that happen. It was my way of getting that point across to her. She got the point, all right.
And more than that, I thought treating her like shit would make me feel better and put me back in a position of power. But it didn’t. I felt terrible when the two of us entered that room. The chair sat in the room like a medieval torture device. The four men stood around her, touching her and judging her. They stared at her like a piece of meat and then treated her like one. What the hell had I been thinking?
My actions had been cruel and heartless. In my desire to assert dominance over Kendra, I’d crossed a line we might never come back from. No amount of apologizing would be enough to smooth over what I’d done, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t try. I owed her that much, even if she would never forgive me.
I just hoped Kendra would come back to the room soon.
She had every right to slap me in the face. And she had every right to storm from the room in anger. Hell, if she picked up a chair and broke it over my back, I wouldn’t have held it against her. I deserved all of that and more.
My biggest fear now was that Kendra was in trouble. I didn’t chase her after she left. She was too mad at me for that. If I went after her
, even if I tried to apologize, she’d just think I wanted to control her again. She’d have gotten even angrier with me, just making things worse. So I let her go.
But now I feared letting her wander around in an unfamiliar city was another mistake on my part. I worried about her. I opened a bottle of whiskey after she left. It slid down my throat like liquid fire, but the pain felt good. Like I deserved it after what I’d done to her. I wanted to smother my worries with a drunken haze, but the more I drank, the more I worried. I opened the door between our rooms and left it open. Then, I propped myself up on a chair to wait for her to come back. If she came back.
I called her phone, but she didn’t answer. I considered going out to look for her, but that would be pointless. She could be anywhere in Atlantic City by now. Chances were, she had no idea where she had gotten to. That brought me back to my original fear. I hoped that she was okay.
I also hoped that she would forgive me. When she came back, I’d have to do all I could to make her forgive me. I would prove to her that I knew I was wrong and beg her to accept my apology. If I had to, I’d get down on my knees. Whatever it took.
I should destroy that gummy mold. It had been a stupid mistake to make her do it in the first place. Jealousy stabbed my chest while I watched those men paw over her like that, even though I was the one that hired them. My heart felt like it was being crushed with every passing second as I saw the look of disgust on her face.
I had to erase the result of my huge mistake. The mold would be destroyed. I’d let her do it herself, if she needed to. To prove that I knew I made a mistake. I just hoped that she was okay.
It was late at night when she finally returned. I’d lost track of time in my drunken state, but I guessed it was well past midnight. Hours and hours after she had stormed out. By that point, I had downed the entire bottle of whiskey.
She probably hoped I’d be asleep by now. She crept into her room and closed her own door softly behind her. She didn’t expect the door between our rooms to be open, and she certainly didn’t expect me to be sitting there, waiting for her.
She tried to hide her shock at seeing me. She refused to make eye contact with me as she powered across her room, heading to the door like she wanted to slam it shut. I jumped to my feet and charged toward the door. I got there first. My hand closed around the door and pushed it open. She couldn’t ignore me now.
“What do you want?” she snapped, glaring at me.
“I want to talk to you,” I said, stepping into the room. I was a little tipsy and not even close to being in control of myself. I should have waited until the next day before trying to apologize, but alcohol mixed with love makes a man do crazy things.
“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” she shot back. She didn’t bother trying to push me out. Instead, she simply turned and retreated back into her room.
“Just let me explain,” I said as I followed her. “If you let me explain—”
“No amount of explaining will change what happened,” she said. “Or what you did to me.” She began undressing, but not in a sensual way. It was more like she was tired and wanted to get out of her dirty clothes. She wore a white blouse and jeans, and her hands unbuttoned her top.
“I know I can’t change what happened, but still,” I said, trying to focus through my intoxicated state. “You have to understand that it was a mistake.”
“Oh yeah? Like you slipped and let those men do that to me? I almost feel bad for you.”
By that point, her top was completely undone. It billowed out around her, offering me glimpses of her breasts, contained within a black bra. It was distracting, to say the least. The fact that I was drunk didn’t help matters either. “What are you doing?”
“I want to go home,” she said and unzipped her jeans. “I want to leave first thing tomorrow morning. No hanging around. No breakfast. The moment we wake up, you are taking me home.” She wiggled out of her pants and dropped them to the floor around her ankles. After that, she shrugged out of her top. It also fell to the floor.
“Okay, fine,” I agreed, trying my hardest not to stare at her. It was difficult, though. In a black bra and panties, she looked breathtaking as always. Her curves were fire. The black thong she had on strained against them. She traced her finger over it, as if considering taking that off, too.
But she didn’t. She turned and headed toward the bathroom instead. For a moment, I watched her go. Licking my lips as her booty bounced and jiggled behind her. And then, without even realizing it, I followed her.
Into the bathroom I went. By the time I got in there, her bra was off and the shower was running. Steam slowly filled up the room. She kept her back to me, dropping the bra to the floor by my feet. I craved for her to turn around so I could see her gorgeous breasts. I wanted them in my hands, in my mouth.
I loitered in the doorway, staring at her, and she turned around to close the door. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked when she saw me. Her breasts were still out, she didn’t bother to cover them up or hide them. It may have been the alcohol, but I was sure that she wanted me to stare at them. In fact, I was sure that she wanted me.
“I’m apologizing,” I said, closing the door behind me. As it closed, I turned back and locked it, shutting the two of us in the bathroom. Steam continued to pour from the shower, building around us. Alone. Together.
“And how are you planning on doing that?” she asked. She leaned back, putting both hands on the counter behind her. Again, it may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that she was pushing her pussy out, pointing it toward me. I knew what I had to do. I knew what she wanted me to do.
So far, our entire relationship had been about me. Every time we had been together, it had been in service of my needs and my desires. I had told myself that was fine and that she enjoyed it as much as I did. But it was finally time to return the favor.
I stepped into her, pressing my body up against her. She didn’t move. She didn’t push me away. For a moment, we stared at one another in silence. Our faces a mere inch apart. I could feel her warm breath on me. I could feel her moist pussy, pressing up against my hard cock.
I leaned in and kissed her on the neck. Again and again. They were soft, tender kisses. Each time I brushed my lips over her skin, her body quivered. I could feel the response. I kissed her on the neck again before moving down.
I kissed her chest, then licked at her breasts and nipples. I moved from the right nipple to the left, kissing and biting them. I delighted in the way her nipples hardened in my mouth.
Once they were ready, I moved down even further. Dropping to my knees, I kissed down her stomach and traced a line with my tongue toward her belly button, keeping it wet. I kissed and licked toward the top of her panty line, not even bothering to pull them down as I moved my tongue around it.
Her hand ran through my hair, and she let out a soft moan, urging me forward. She knew what I was going to do, and she wanted it. I could feel it in her breathing. I could see it in the way her plump lips quivered.
With both hands, I gently peeled her thong off her. She arched her hips, allowing me to pull it down to her ankles. On my knees, my mouth was less than an inch from her lips. I kissed around them, pinching her thighs with my teeth, licking her everywhere but where she wanted me.
It was only when she was ready, when she was just about to scream out and beg for me to finally do it, that I plunged my tongue inside of her.
Chapter 22
Kendra
I was going to tell him to get the hell out when I turned around to see him standing in the bathroom. The idea of slapping him across the face again sprang to mind. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. The moment was just so sexual that I let it take hold of me.
I could feel him devouring me with his eyes. I could sense his hunger and his desire in the way he stared. I let him stare. And then he turned and closed the bathroom door, locking us away from the rest of the world. I let him do that, too. I let him step into me and k
iss me on the neck. I let him work his way down my body, kissing my nipples and kneading my breasts. And I let him drop to his knees, remove my panties, and taste me for the very first time.
It just felt too good to stop. I knew that it was wrong. I was still furious with him, after all. I hadn’t forgotten how he had treated me. There was no way I was going to forget that. But I was weak. As he pushed me up on the counter and spread my legs, I knew that there was no stopping him. It wasn’t forgiveness, though. I preferred to think of it as getting what I was owed.
On the counter, I kept my legs spread as he buried his head between my thighs. All the while, his tongue worked my pussy. He started by licking inside my lips and pushing his tongue inside of me. He then pulled his tongue out and licked me again, before plunging it back inside.
The whole time, he purposefully avoided my clit. His tongue would move toward it, before darting away. I would feel the barest hint of it, taking in a deep breath in preparation before he denied me. Again and again. And each time he did, I could feel my clit swell. It grew and grew, engorged in the moment. It quivered and ached for his tongue, begging for some attention.
And then, after what seemed like forever, he gave in.
His tongue ran over the tip of my clit, and a bolt of lightning shot up my legs. I grabbed onto the top of his head, steadying myself as his tongue ran over it again.
“Fuck,” I moaned, unable to help myself as his wet tongue began to massage my clit in rhythm to my deep, steady breathing.
