The Terms Duet

by Rowe, Ruby

  “I thought he was upset that I’m his father.”

  Camilla touches my cheek. “When I told him he’d never go on a trip with Chris and would always be with me, he asked if he’d be with Boss-Daddy, too.” She giggles. “He was happy once I assured him you’d always keep him safe.”

  So that she doesn’t see me emotional, I grab her and hug her.

  “Thank you for being an incredible mother to him all this time. I hate to think about how you’ve struggled alone, and I assure you it will never happen again.”

  Pulling back, she glides her fingers through my hair and gives me a look of adoration.

  “It wasn’t your fault, and we’re more than OK now. We’re becoming the family I’ve always wanted.” Her warm, soft lips press to mine, and I squeeze her waist, craving more of her.

  “I need an escape from the day I’ve had,” she adds. “Will you take me to the playroom soon?” With lashes fluttering up at me, her eyes tell me how naughty she wants to be.

  “I’ll call Beatrice.”

  Greyson

  As I sit in the living room, I hear the front door open, followed by Sasha’s footsteps. Each one is sluggish before she cautiously peeks around the corner of the living room.

  “Greyson, hi.”

  “You were hesitant to walk in here.”

  Blushing, she smiles. “OK, a little.”

  “I told you it won’t happen again.” Glancing to her shopping bag, I frown. “It doesn’t look like you bought much.”

  “I didn’t have time since I had the NA meeting after, and the other reason is because I don’t feel right using Ellis’s money. I spent a hundred, and I’m giving the rest of the thousand back to him.”

  “He genuinely wanted you to have it and will be insulted if you try to return it.”

  “I didn’t do anything to warrant him giving it to me.”

  “You’re trying to better your life and are family now. Both mean something to him. Besides, it’s pocket change for the guy.”

  “I can’t comprehend that. It’s so much money for someone like me.” She’d shit if she knew Ellis gave her ten thousand, not one. I didn’t tell her because she would’ve flipped out and not taken a dime of it.

  “There’s dinner in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”

  “Oh, I ate with Terrence. He wanted to go shopping with me, which I thought was odd. He went to the NA meeting, too. I hope he’s not trying to get with me because I don’t want to date him.”

  I smirk. “Trust me, he’s not.”

  “You were quick to say that.” She clutches her hip. “Is there something he wouldn’t like about me?”

  “Yes, the fact that you’re a girl. The guy has a vagina allergy.”

  Her hand smacks over her mouth, but it doesn’t muffle her giggles.

  “A vagina allergy … like he’s gay?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re funny, and few guys make me laugh.”

  “I’m glad I’m amusing to you.” I slide my hand forward and back over my hair.

  “It’s not in a bad way.” As she gazes at me intently, her smile fades. Actually, it’s more like she’s looking through me. Realizing she’s staring, she breaks eye contact.

  “Uh, I guess I’ll go to my room.”

  “I was thinking about what you suggested the other day, about us watching that zombie show, and I’m down for it if you are.”

  “That’s OK. I know you weren’t that interested in it. I’m still adjusting to getting up early and working all day, so I think I’ll hang out in my room and crash early tonight, but thanks for the offer.”

  “Yeah, sure. I should probably do the same.” She strolls out, and I shut off the television. I’m alone, and for some reason it bothers me. I’m not accustomed to rejection from a chick.

  Too restless for sleep, I consider my other options. I need to get laid to release my sexual frustration from sharing space with Sasha, but I don’t have the urge to hook up with anyone else, so that’s marked off the list.

  I don’t want to work out again, and I definitely don’t want to sit here and think about my impending engagement.

  Tapping my fingers on the couch, I look down at it, and a thought comes to mind. I’m an idiot, and I wonder how late a furniture store is open.

  Camilla

  Ellis clasps my pear-shaped ruby necklace and kisses the back of my neck. It’s the only red item he requested I wear tonight. He stalks around my body, his fingers skimming down my arm in the process. Bumps rise to the surface, and I shudder beneath his lingering touch.

  “Do you know why I gave you this necklace?”

  “I believe it was a gift, Sir.”

  “It was. I wanted to imagine you as the lady in red who made me vulnerable in my dreams, and you were indeed her. In this playroom, you’re the vulnerable one, anticipating the unexpected from me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I also wanted you to wear it so you’d come on command by simply touching it … by hearing me say, ‘Come, my Rose.’ ”

  As my heart flutters in my chest, my eyes close.

  “Baby, it’s going to happen soon. Touch it. I know you’re itching to. I’m also aware that your pussy is spasming, yearning for me to fuck it. Look at me now.”

  My eyes open, and his hands slide across my collarbones and down to my breasts. He massages them gently, but the heat in his eyes, and the blue veins cording in his neck, convey that today will be more about pain.

  “Hold the ruby in your hand, and don’t let it go.” His fingers travel downward and brush along my skin. He squats and presses his open mouth to my body, skirting it along my stomach.

  Flinching, I whimper and let my head fall back. His strong hands grip my hips, his fingers pressing into them forcefully. “All mine. Every single part of this body belongs to me when I want it … when I crave it … when I’m hungry for a taste.”

  The heat from his mouth is what I feel first. He covers my pussy with his lips, and I shove my pelvis forward, needing more, but he pulls away. “Look down at me.”

  Already dizzy, I lower my head and stare into his smoldering eyes that are tilted up at me. He slides his hands around to my ass and brings me closer to his mouth, dragging his tongue down my slit.

  I cry out from the sensations and grab hunks of his hair. Releasing my ass, he smacks it hard, and the unexpected impact causes me to yelp.

  “Have you forgotten you’re to do as I say in here?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Did I tell you to touch me?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “It’s time to restrain those eager hands of yours.” Rising, he leaves me alone, and it’s vital I have his touch, his mouth, and his tongue on my skin.

  His dirty words and gruff voice … I yearn for them, too, along with his muscular body pressed to mine as he claims me as his.

  Walking to the middle of the room, he points to the black framework he’d shown me the first time I entered the playroom. The slotted metal is a couple of feet wide and spans the width of the ceiling and down each wall to my right and left.

  “Stand in the middle.” As I pad over to it, he goes to the wall at the front of the room and gathers black wrist restraints hanging from it. Once he returns, he pulls down a silver chain that’s attached to the framework above me. “Hold out your wrists.”

  He buckles each of them in a thick leather restraint and lifts my arms above my head. “Hold them still.” While I do as he instructs, he hooks the quick-release silver lock in a notch on the hanging chain.

  He said he designed this room once he met me, and I believe him. It’s as if it was made to fit me precisely. The framework and chain are the right height to where I’m able to stand while my arms are pulled tight above me. There’s no getting out of the restraints or any give for me to touch him.

  I’m vulnerable like he stated and horny as hell. Wet between my thighs, I’m already panting. He steps back to admire me, and his eyes are blue flames, his des
ire ignited as he picks up the flogger from the floor and drags his fingers over the leather tails.

  “You said flogging was a soft limit for you, and since it’s our first time, I’m going to be cautious and gentle at first. What’s your safe word?”

  “Marshmallow, Sir.” Tilting my eyes up at him, I watch his mouth quirk into a smile.

  “Marshmallow it is.” He prowls around to the back of me and skims the tails of the flogger over my ass. Bumps rise to the surface of my skin again, and the first time the flogger connects with my back, I exhale a lengthy moan.

  “Please, Sir, punish me.”

  “It’s my pleasure.” The flogger strikes my back, and I flinch. It’s only a light sting at first, but as he continues, the endorphins flood my system, the lightheadedness building to where I can hardly hold my eyes open.

  He stalks around my body to stand before me, and with a gentler motion, he connects the flogger to my breasts. His mouth parts, and there’s a gleam in his eyes as he strikes them again and again.

  He continues, breathing harshly between hits. The rush is overpowering him, dictating his every move, and as my skin turns a darker shade of pink, the more insatiable he becomes. He’s staring at my tits, his pupils dilating as he gets sucked into the euphoric moment.

  Abruptly dropping the flogger, he’s on me fast, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. He’s careful with my breasts but continues to take out his urges on the pointy tips, biting down on them and tugging them outward.

  I cry out from the sting, but I can’t resist shoving my body forward, wishing to bring him more pleasure and excitement. I need him to punish me, as well, for all my wrongdoings in the past.

  “Please, Sir, inflict more pain.”

  Crouching below me, he drapes one of my legs over his shoulder and buries his mouth against my pussy. The pleasure is instantaneous and enthralling as he licks me rough while the bristly growth of hair on his face rubs my inner thighs raw.

  Unexpectedly, he sucks the hood of my clit inside his mouth and bites down on it, causing me to buck against him and cry out. I’m balancing on one leg, trying to squeeze his head with my thighs.

  He licks me again, and I’m about to come when he lets me go and steps away. His mouth is soaked as he wipes it with the back of his hand. “Since you want to be punished so badly, you can hold on to that orgasm a little longer.”

  I whimper, and my body quivers from the need to come. Every part of my pussy throbs, the ache spreading up throughout my pelvis.

  “Please, Sir, make me come.”

  “No.” Unhooking the restraints from the dangling chain, he unbuckles them, freeing my wrists. “Walk over to the bed, and bend over it.” His command sets my skin on fire, and the bundle of raw nerves beneath tingle.

  I hurry to the side of the bed, eager to do what he wants so I can come as soon as possible. Clutching the back of my neck, he braces me and connects his palm to my ass. My face buries in the comforter, trapping my moans.

  He spanks me several more times, but I lose count as I’m swept up in a violent storm. I’m swirling inside a funnel of delirium. It’s a brilliant chaos in my mind, an internal scream belting from my soul.

  “Fuck, your scarlet ass has me so turned on.” Pinching my neck more firmly, he grips my waist and stands me up. “On your knees, my Rose. Suck my cock now. Make me come, and I’ll do the same for you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I say as breaths burst in and out of my lungs. Willingly, I kneel in seconds, and having the green light to touch him, I clench his ass cheeks and bring him closer.

  Sliding my lips over his rigid cock, I take each glorious inch in my mouth slowly … tauntingly. He hisses and shoves his pelvis farther against me.

  Gathering all my hair, he twists it around his hand and tugs so hard that I feel the pull and sting at the sides of my face. I don’t let up, though, and suck his dick, dragging my lips firmly up its thickness.

  Every groan from him eggs me to continue. “Earn your orgasm, Camilla. Bury me so deep in your throat that you gag. I want to hear you gagging on my cock.”

  Gasping from his erotic command, I do as he orders and open my mouth wide until the thin corners of it stretch and burn. I take him deep until I’m gagging, and rather than feeling humiliated, I experience only pride. His growl exposes the ecstasy he’s drowning in; a euphoria I created.

  Thrusting forward, he clamps down on my hair and explodes in my mouth, shooting his cum down my throat. He convulses to the point I grip his ass to keep him from stepping back.

  “Fuuuck, baby,” he yells. I wipe my mouth and stay kneeling as he massages my scalp, making up for the hair-pulling, which I secretly love. “Lie on your back on the bed. I’m licking you until you’re screaming fuck, too.”

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m on my back in a heartbeat, and he yanks me to the edge by my ankles. His mouth covers my swollen bundle of nerves, and he blows his searing breath on it.

  I arch and strangle the bedding with my hands as my nails bite into my palms. He languidly licks and flicks his tongue, delivering delicious sensations before taking them away.

  He leads me to the cusp only to pull me back again, the torment yo-yoing me between heaven and hell. It’s tantalizing one second and torturous the next.

  “Please, Sir, just make me come.” Growling, he licks me faster and slides a finger down my slick crack until he reaches my asshole.

  “Wrap your hand around your necklace.” Carefully, he dips his finger inside, pushing it in, and I writhe. “Come now, my Rose.” I’m done. Shattered. Crashing into the oblivion, the most vulnerable state of all.

  “That’s it. Ride it out. Next time, I won’t need to touch you with my mouth or my hands to make you come. You’ll see.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Sasha

  Today I’m working alone in what Rhonda calls the multi-purpose room. Copiers are on the left after you enter, and straight ahead are two work tables, which I’ve been sitting at today.

  I just finished putting sticker labels on file folders so they’ll be ready when the company acquires new clients. Now, it’s time to file one of eight enormous stacks of papers that Rhonda let pile up on the table.

  I pick up one I’ve already alphabetized and walk to the file cabinets behind me. There’s a long row of them horizontally that create a barrier in front of the bookshelves that are beyond that. I call it the library section since there are six rows of them running vertically.

  Filling the shelves are rows of books and binders that are mostly about the laws in our country. Who knew there were so many? I’ve flipped through one or two of the books, and the fact Greyson can make sense of them reaffirms how smart he truly is.

  I have no desire to be an attorney, but I do wish my job was more challenging. I was terrified to work here, certain I’d feel stupid, but the duties are simple. They’re so easy that after only a few days, I’m bored.

  Since I’ll be filing the next two hours, I stick in my headphones, find a pop channel on Pandora and slide my phone between my thin tan belt and short green dress.

  I guess I should see about getting my own phone plan soon. It’s another bill Camilla’s been paying for years. She couldn’t afford it, but she feared she’d never reach me if I didn’t have one. I feel shitty for that. I would disappear for weeks at a time whenever I was hitting the drugs hard.

  She must’ve worried so much, but during those times, I didn’t want to talk to her. Seeing her meant having to stay clean. That equated to living with horrific memories in a sober state.

  The only reason I’m able to right now is because I’m getting help and staying busy. Oh, and I have a shiny new toy to look at, Greyson. It sucks that I can look but not touch, and it’s embarrassing how I’m his and Ellis’s charity case.

  Greyson probably thought he needed to watch television with me to make amends for when I walked in on him and Whitney. Or, maybe it’s because he wants to help me stay clean.

  Regardl
ess of the reason, I don’t want them to feel obligated, so that’s why I stayed out with my sister the other night and Terrence all evening yesterday. I’m trying to give Greyson the space he needs and deserves.

  Opening the first metal cabinet, I start the monotonous task of filing papers away in the letter A folders. I’m singing, bobbing my head, and I can’t help but shake my booty a time or two while I’m at it. I need some sort of excitement while I do this boring job.

  I move to the letter B and come out of my skin when someone grabs me by the shoulder. I spin around, and Greyson is laughing, so I yank out an earbud and grimace.

  “You can’t deny it any longer. You take pleasure in scaring the crap out of me.”

  “I haven’t intended to, but I can’t lie; it’s entertaining when your eyes grow that round. You’re a great dancer, by the way, but I wouldn’t take up a career in singing.”

  “You weren’t supposed to hear me.” I punch his arm as heat travels all the way to my cheeks.

  “That song sounded familiar and super annoying. Who’s the artist?”

  “It’s Justin Bieber, and I happen to love him and his songs.”

  He rolls his eyes. “I should’ve known.”

  “Why is that?”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “No, tell me now.”

  Shoving his hands inside his pockets, he shrugs.

  “You act younger than your age, but in a cute way. I mean, it’s not a bad thing.”

  Wow, I can’t count the times I’ve heard those words from my sister or counselors, or deadbeat boyfriends.

  “Did you need something? If not then I should get back to work.” He touches my arm, but I step back. “I told you not to touch me, yet you continue to do so.”

  “Sasha, I wasn’t trying to insult you about the age thing. I like that you’re not so serious. Being an attorney, I deal with stuffy and serious every day. It gets old.”