by Rowe, Ruby
Her desperation is evident from the pressure of her fervent tongue. It strokes over mine before she sucks it in like she can’t get enough.
Remembering the water is running, I pull back and glance at the tub. Almost full. “Undress me now.”
Her eyes, hazy with desire, guide her hands as she unbuttons my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. She works swiftly at getting my pants unfastened next, and eager like her, I help at removing everything below the waist.
I hold her hand as she steps down inside the large tub, and a faint purr leaves her swollen lips once her breasts dip below the warm water.
I can still see the rounded shape of them, and something about it makes my dick ache. I want to taste her wet nipples and caress her tits. Climbing in after her, I move to the end opposite the faucet.
“Sir, can I wash you?” Feeling self-conscious, she lowers her gaze, but I’m pleased she’s making the effort to submit to me, pushing past her comfort zone.
“Yes, you may.” She floats my way, so I open my thighs, letting her move between them. Sitting back on her legs, she begins washing my body with the cloth, starting at my chest and then moving to my good arm. The other one still aches like a bitch, but I won’t dare tell her.
Her touch is relaxing but in an arousing sort of way, and I have the urge to touch her, too, so I reach between her arms to massage her tits.
Her nipples stiffen until they’re so damn pointy and hard beneath my fingers. Needing so much more from her, I swipe the washcloth from her hand.
“Grip my cock. Stroke it–slowly.” Dragging her teeth over her bottom lip, her fingers wrap around my shaft and begin moving up and down.
Slick, wet, and firm with pressure… It feels remarkable, and I may have to indulge in future baths with her. Stretching my arms out over the edge of the tub, I lay my head back and close my eyes.
She strokes my dick, and I feel the buildup in my balls. She touches them, too, a tease to egg me on.
“Don’t stop.” Moving over my thighs, she straddles me, and I can tell she’s trying to be gentle about it. She’s worrying too much about my injuries, and she needs to stop that shit because I’m about to take her hard in this tub.
It might be my new favorite place. Of course, I haven’t fucked her in my shower yet to compare the two. Oh, the things I look forward to doing with her...
Her hand releases me, and before I can lift my head, she sinks onto my cock. Fuck. I grab her waist and squeeze.
“You disobeyed and didn’t ask permission first. That earns you a punishment.”
She unveils a wicked smile, and it’s one that exudes the naughty side she’s growing more comfortable in sharing with me.
“Exactly,” she coos. Clenching her hips, I pull downward, burying my cock so deep in her pussy that she cries out and digs her nails in my shoulders. She lifts up and sinks down again, and I groan from how incredible she feels sheathed around me.
We both move her up and down until I erupt. My head tucks and eyes snap shut as my orgasm ricochets pleasure throughout my body. Once I’ve soaked up every ounce of ecstasy, I open my eyes and stare at her.
“I think I’ll let you off the hook for that one.” Reaching down between us, I find her clit and rub languid circles. She whimpers, and her eyelids fall. “Touch your tits for me. Play with them, and get me hard again.”
“Yes, Sir.” She fondles her breasts before she tugs on her pink nipples and twists them between her delicate fingertips.
Growling from the sight of her, I apply more pressure to her swollen clit and rub her pussy faster. Already, my dick’s waking up again as she grinds against it.
“Baby, I could never get my fill of watching you touch yourself.”
“Sir, I’m going to come. Please, may I?”
“Yes.” Reaching the threshold, she clutches the back of my hair, and a heady moan rushes from her cherry-stained lips. “Come, my Rose. Come for me now.”
Camilla
After a couple of earth-shattering orgasms, my head rests on Ellis’s shoulder. The water in the tub is cool, but neither of us want to get out. As his fingers run through my hair, he leaves tender kisses across my collarbone.
“I haven’t done this before–taken a bath with a woman. I’m now a huge fan.”
I giggle. “I must say I like it, too. Uh, have you had many women in the playroom?”
“Only you.” His reply sends me upright.
“But you seem experienced at it.”
“I’ve done some basic bondage play with women in the past, but that’s it. I’ve fantasized for years about delving deeper into BDSM and having a playroom, but it had to be with the right woman and one woman only. I knew once we met it had to be you.”
“I’m glad I’m the only one. I want to try more things and be all that you need. I owe you so much for what you’ve given Liam, me and even Sasha.”
His eyes fall to my lips. His fingertips skim over them next before they continue along my jawline. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, the act tender and intimate, and I tilt my head to the side to allow more of his faint touch. His fingers drift down my neck and on to my chest.
“Mmm…” I utter.
Swallowing, he presses his hand over my heart. He’s deep in thought, and what he’s doing isn’t seductive. Instead, it’s as if he’s cherishing my body. Hugging me, he presses his lips to my hair.
“Don’t ever leave. I need to hear you say that you won’t.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Ellis, and I pray you’ll always want me here.”
Pulling back, he cradles my face. “This is only our beginning.”
One Weeks Later
Ellis
While Camilla is at a doctor’s appointment for her back, I’m busy catching up on work. Emma’s in the library conducting preschool with Liam, and Christopher is running errands for me.
The upstairs is quiet, and that’s needed as I develop new malware to help with the FBI’s ongoing battle against Tor-based child porn sites.
Until I square away my current contracts, I have to fit in more office hours. I was a workaholic before Camilla and Liam moved in, and time with them has shown me there’s more to life than work, but I have assignments I can’t simply walk away from.
My cell phone rings, so I groan until I see it’s Greyson.
“Hey, man,” I say.
“Did the DNA results come back yet?”
“I haven’t looked today. I’m too damn busy, and I haven’t been that concerned about it. Camilla isn’t lying.” I pull up my email account. “Let me check to shut you up…. Here it is.”
“Open the damn thing.”
Clicking on it, I scroll through the paragraphs.
“What the fuck?”
My phone beeps, signaling another call, so I pull it down and look at the screen. It’s my security detail.
“Greyson, I’ll have to call you back.”
“Wait, what did the results say?”
Not replying, I switch to the other call and hit the print button on the email in front of me.
Too much shit is going on.
“Mr. Burke, this is Mitch at the front gate. There’s a Rusty Jones here to see you. Would you like us to let him through?”
Rusty… Sasha’s boyfriend. In the event he ever contacted her again, I took the time to learn all there was to know about the piece of shit.
“Ask him why he’s here.”
“Sir, he said he wants to talk to you about Camilla Rose.” Bringing up the cameras on my laptop, I see an old pickup at the front gate.
“Tell him he can come up if he allows you to search him first.”
Mitch puts me on hold, and I wait impatiently until he tells me that Rusty’s unarmed and will be going through the gate. I march downstairs to answer the door.
Why does he wish to discuss Camilla instead of Sasha? That’s what I’m eager to hear. I walk outside, and after the door of his truck screeches shut, he strolls up the walkway.
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He stops about six feet in front of me, and I see the evidence of the beating he took a week ago: a faded ring of black around his eye, a red mark over his crooked nose, and blue bruises on his forehead and sunken cheek.
“I’m Rusty, Sasha’s boyfriend.”
“You mean ex-boyfriend.”
“Maybe. It depends if you give me what I want.” After taking a long drag off his cigarette, he flicks the ashes toward my lawn.
Gradually exhaling the smoke, his dark brown eyes squint and roam over my home and estate. “Damn, Trust Fund, you got a nice pad here.”
“I actually have work to do, asshole, so what is it you’re wanting?” While he continues to size up my wealth, I examine his torn jeans, dirty white t-shirt, and bare feet in loafers, which give him a homeless appearance.
His unkept hair is pulled back in a ponytail. He’s overly thin, and his arms are decorated in tattoos, but if they weren’t, I’m sure track marks would be visible. This man looks like nothing more than a penniless criminal.
“Tell me what you want?” I close in the distance between us. He’s not stepping foot inside my home.
“Sasha’s a talker while under the influence. She hinted about some dark secret from her past. I don’t have all the pieces to the puzzle, but her sister, Camilla, is hiding something big.”
“Their affairs are none of your goddamn business.”
As a sudden rush of disdain colors his face, he points at me with the hand holding his cigarette.
“Listen here, motherfucker. I didn’t press charges against those goons who showed up at the apartment last week, so you’re gonna hear me out. If you don’t give me cash, I’ll figure out what it is those bitches are hiding and make an anonymous call to the cops.”
“You’re fucking with the wrong man. I know everything about you and your pathetic existence, including your rap sheet. I don’t see how you have the upper hand here. If you don’t want the cops knowing where you hide out, I’d leave now.”
“I’m already getting sent up. I just need cash for an attorney to help me get a lesser sentence. I have nothing to lose by telling the cops about Camilla.
“I know you’re good for it. Just give me the damn money, and I’ll never breathe near Sasha again. I was about done with her slutty ass, anyhow. If you don’t help me out, I’ll sic my friends on Camilla the way she unleashed hers on me.”
Displaying a sinister smile, he takes another drag from his cigarette. “And, I’ll find Sasha when I get out of jail. Maybe I’ll make it my life’s mission to meddle in yours. Oh, and to discover Camilla and Sasha’s dirty secret.”
I pierce him with a dead stare. “How much are you wanting?”
“Ten grand.”
Jesus christ, the heroin must’ve fried his brain cells if he thinks that’s all the cash I’m good for. Hell, I’m a little insulted he’s not asking for more.
“Fine, but if I give you this, you better never show your damn face here again, and don’t even think about blackmailing me a second time. I have connections that would put you away for the rest of your life.”
He smirks. “You got it, weasely man.”
“Stay right here,” I sneer. Leaving him alone on the walkway, I head inside and lock the door behind me. I march to my office, and after counting out some petty cash, I put it in an envelope and head back downstairs.
Along with refusing to give him the money, I could make him pay for this stunt, but my gut tells me he’ll turn up again at some point, causing us trouble.
I want Camilla to feel safe. She’s already watching her back at every turn because of her past, and I’m working on easing that burden for her. If this will help, it’s worth every cent.
With a heavy exhale, I hand over the money. “Now, get the fuck off my property.” He flips through the envelope with a smug smile on his mauled face.
“Sure thing. It was nice doin’ business with you.” He strolls away and flicks his cigarette across my manicured lawn. Reaching his truck, he turns back and rubs his goatee. “I still think that bitch of yours should have to pay for what she did to me, so for that, I’ll tell you a secret.”
“And I told you to fucking leave.” I take the few steps back to my front door and open it.
“You think you only recently met that girlfriend of yours, but that’s a lie.”
My hand freezes on the door knob before I turn back to him.
“What the hell did you say?”
THE TERMS PART TWO
NOTES
The Terms: Part Two is told from the points of view of Camilla, Ellis, Greyson and Sasha.
The Terms: Part One must be read prior.
This novel contains explicit language and graphic sex, including aspects of BDSM.
CHAPTER ONE
Ellis
“What the hell did you say?”
“Sasha claims you met Camilla years ago,” Rusty replies.
“You’re full of shit. I’d remember talking to her; she’s unforgettable.”
He gives a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t see what the big deal is if you had met her before. All I know is Sasha said there would be hell to pay if you remembered.”
I shake my head, knowing damn well the prick’s only trying to mess with it.
“Like I said before, get the fuck off my property, and I better never see or hear from you again.”
He sneers, evidently pleased with my irritation. He accomplished his goal, which was to plant a seed of doubt in my mind.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Once he’s in his truck, he drives around the circled pavement to head back the direction he came. Raising his hand toward the passenger window, he flips me the bird and takes off.
Smoke billows from the tailpipe, and his bumper rattles like he’s rattled my mind. He had to have made up that story, but of all the lies he could’ve chosen to make me angry at Camilla, why choose that one?
Walking back to my office, I swipe the paper from my printer and stare at it. It figures the lab would screw this up. I take a seat and call Greyson.
“Douchebag,” he says, “way to leave me hanging like that. What does it say?”
“It says I’m the sperm donor,” I reply before chuckling.
“Wait–what?”
“Apparently the lab I chose was incompetent. Supposedly, I’m 99.9% Liam’s father. It wouldn’t show that high of a percentage, right?”
“I don’t see how, especially with you and Tony only being half-siblings.”
“Do you think we should retake it?”
“Call and ask, and chew the person’s ass while you’re at it.”
Camilla peeks her head inside my doorway and smiles.
“Greyson, I’ll talk to you later. Camilla’s home.”
“OK, man. Let me know what they tell you.”
“Sure thing, bye.” Ending the call, I walk around the desk with the test results. “Hi.”
“Hi. I wasn’t sure if I should interrupt or not. Were you able to get some work finished today?”
“A little. Look at this…” I hand her the paper. “The lab managed to fuck up the DNA test.”
Camilla
“Camilla, wake up. Camilla.” My eyes gradually open, and Ellis is staring down at me with a panicked gaze while clutching my shoulders.
“What happened?”
“You fainted. Do you feel like you could sit up?”
“I think so.” He hooks his arm around mine and assists me in sitting up. After a quick stride to his desk, he picks up his cell phone and pushes buttons.
“Irene, could you please hurry up to my office with a wet washcloth and a glass of water?” Once he hangs up, he surveys my face. “Are you sure you’re feeling OK? Maybe I should call an ambulance and have you checked out.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m fine.” My voice is raspy, and my mouth is dry, the roof of it a fly trap for my tongue. “I don’t know why I passed out.”
“I’m not sure, either. One minute I�
��m telling you about the incompetency of the lab”–he picks up a paper off the floor and glances to it–“and the next thing I know, you’re falling to the floor.”
His words stir and thicken the nausea in my gut, reminding me of what transpired moments ago. I put my hand over my stomach.
“Oh, right. The results of the DNA test.”
“Have you eaten today?”
How should I handle this situation? I missed lunch before I left for my gynecologist’s appointment, but that’s not the reason I passed out.
“You know, now that you mention it, I did skip lunch. I got caught up in one of my assignments and didn’t have time to eat before I left.” I give him a faint smile of reassurance.
“My blood sugar must’ve dropped. That happens on occasion if I forget to eat.” Irene briskly rounds the corner with worry creasing her forehead.
“Ms. Rose, are you all right?” She glances between Ellis and me, unsure of who to give the items to. Ellis swipes the washcloth from her hand, so she gives me the glass of water.
After folding the damp cloth, Ellis presses it to my forehead, but I feel smothered and start to get up.
“I’m fine, really. You can go, Irene, and thank you.” Ellis is on his feet first and helps me to a chair by his desk.
“If you need anything at all, you call me again,” Irene says before leaving. I take a sip of water, hoping it will rehydrate my mouth, and wishing it was a magic potion to wake me from this terrifying dream.
Kissing the top of my head, Ellis strolls around to his chair. He stares at the paper in his hand again.
“I guess I’ll call the lab to see if we need to redo the test. Of course, I still believe Tony’s Liam’s father, but obviously I need to question them about the results. Did a technician transpose a number or something?”
“I don’t know,” I mumble as I stare past Ellis and out the window behind him.
